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Archer drove fast the whole way, he barely paused at stop signs, and screeched away from amber lights like they were green. Nothing was going to hinder their arrival.
To her surprise, they drove to a suburban area. Residential streets with tended yards had decks around pools. Hope grew that the man she was supposed to submit herself to might not be a lowlife scumball after all. His identity wouldn’t increase her willingness, but maybe he’d be gentler than Archer had implied. A vanilla experience would be better than one which might require a hospital visit after.
“If you think the rich pay for boring s*x, you’re wrong,” he mumbled, like he’d read her thoughts. “They pay premium for a w***e so they can do whatever the f**k they want to her without upsetting their respectable lives.”
