رجل توصيل مكتبي ذو صدر كبير وصدر كبير وسكرتيرة ذات صدر كبير

“What?” Natalie asked. “Shut your shithole!” Then he looked back at me. Quentin turned and headed back to the bar. “Friends of his. “And even if he did, he lost a lot to you. “Don’t touch anything,” Chloe groused. The desktop was completely bare, its contents scattered. “I appreciate the invite, but I’ll pass this time.”

“Cool,” Baldy said. “Seriously?” Emily said, looking at me. Gramps kept it locked.”

“And you haven’t been the least curious about what’s in here?” I asked. Chloe, John, and I turned to see him making his way to a bar along one wall with several bottles of liquor behind it and a couple of glasses resting on its surface. Erin had dropped to the floor next to me and leaned against my chest, holding my arm wrapped around her shoulders.