"Sorry, ma'am," he says, even as he tries to hide a sheepish smile while a shiver runs down his spine. Okay, he's accepted it, Promise giving orders is really hot, especially when she's so competent about it.
"What are you hoping we won't ask you about?" he voices in lieu of commenting on Promise's hotness.
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"What are you hoping we won't ask you about?" he voices in lieu of commenting on Promise's hotness.