Page 3 of The Enforcer

I didn't even think my basset hound was cute - Okay, my basset hound was the only thing I thought was cute on this planet.

This girl....

Woman, she was eighteen, which made her a fucking woman.

"I can get you in tomorrow," I told her. I started to feel more comfortable around her, even though her beauty brought me to my knees. "We can do a few days in the morning, before I open, so no one will see you come and go." 'Cum and go.' If only. "We'll take all the pictures you want, review them, and you can tell me how you want me to arrange things. Then we can discuss payment."

Honestly, the pictures were payment enough.

"Sounds perfect," she said and stuck out her hand. "I'll be here at eight tomorrow. Pleasure doing business with you."

I grinned, my eyes darkening. "The pleasure is all mine," I drawled out, shaking her hand.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

---