"Yes, sir,” the chauffeur replied smartly. “Mr. Davies’ orders, sir.” Touching his cap politely, he re-rolled the barrier. For the first time, Geena noticed it was totally opaque.
She glanced at Russ, puzzled. He grinned, nodding at a box on the floor at her feet. “Open it."
She did, and lifted out a cat mask. “Flynn, you presumptuous bastard.” Torn between amusement and outrage, she looked at Russ, who tilted his box toward her. Inside, curled neatly, was a worn leather belt.
Geena swallowed as she gazed up into Russ's intent hazel eyes. Taking the cat mask from her suddenly-nerveless fingers, he slid it carefully over her features and whispered into her ear, his voice both warm with affection and hoarse with lust.
"Tell me, pretty kitty. Have you ever done it in the back of a limo?"
THE MIGHTY FLYNN
THE END
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