Sure, Andy, Binky thought, as she struggled through the kitchen doors, and managed to keep a reduced raspberry coulis from swirling and marring Andy's pretty patterns on four plates. How about I keep a casual fling going, along with two and a half jobs and supporting my brother and trying to fight a legal battle against my own family – my own mother – just to give you some horny x-rated entertainment?
Thinking it brought her right up to the table where the Swedish sailor – goddamnit, Karlsson – was ostentatiously not watching her shimmy over. But Karlsson's ears were red. And his conversation with his floppy-haired, thin, grinning friend was too enthusiastic to be unself-conscious. Binky's admirer wasn't doing the casually uninterested thing too well. But he was certainly beautiful enough to make up for it.
Maybe Binky could fit in some extra-curricular activity after all.
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Gold Digger Label
RomanceBinky Huckstable has a number of problems. A ridiculous name, for one. Her genius I.Q. (Not always a blessing.) An arid, meaningless lovelife. Being the CPO - Chief Product Officer - of her family's billion-dollar company. Oh, and the upcoming...
