Page 132 of Pretty Little Thing

“And you didn’t mention this, because…?”

“Well, it was supposed to come up sometime between the main course and dessert, but then somebody had to—”

“Yeah, yeah—”

I crush our lips together, killing the accusation before it even gets out.

The doors slide open and someone gasps behind us. I turn to look over my shoulder at the elderly couple standing outside wanting to get on.

I clear my throat. “Excuse us,” I tell them.

I bend over and toss Nora’s petite body over my shoulder. She yelps in surprise and gently hits me on the back with her clutch.

“Clive, what are you—”

“You said the man carries his woman, right?”

I playfully slap her bare ass as I step off the elevator. The old woman covers her mouth, shocked as hell, while the man does little to hide his smirk.

Nora’s words get lost in her giggles as I carry her down the hall toward our room.

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