“Friends...” Holly scoffed. What the hell do you want from me?” Holy was acutely aware that she was standing naked in a parking lot, talking stupid-talk with an infantile in a Polo Ralph Loren golf shirt.
“Like I said, just follow instructions. I’m just after a little fun. You step up to the plate here, and we both win. You got nothin' to lose, besides your job I mean. How about it? Do a few tricks for old Rich, and it will be all over. And I promise not to touch you.” He raised an arm to check his watch. “But better make up you mind soon, baby. Don’t want the good doctor to find his assistant standing au naturel in his parking lot.”
Holly's shoulders settled. He had the advantage and she fought the feeling of defeat. “Ok... ok.” Holly cashed in her cards. “But you can’t touch. You can’
