Taking a deep breath was actually a mistake because it caused the clamps to tug on her n*****s, but she steeled herself and stepped carefully into the restaurant, making her way back to the table where Grant was paying the bill.
She sat down across from him and offered a wan smile.
“Give me your bra,” he said running his fingers over the five o’clock shadow on his chin.
It was such a cliché request, but Robin wasn’t able to focus on that at the moment. She reached carefully into the jacket pocket and gave thanks she was small-busted so her bra was similarly small. Grant accepted the scrap of material and tucked it into his jacket pocket. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Are you in pain?”
“A little.”
“Can you make it back to the hotel?”
“Can I hold your arm?”
“Of course.”
They head
