I swear the girls in my class all simultaneously decided to wear the hottest clothes that they owned, and my favorite teacher—Mrs Bloomsdale—kept throwing me saucy glances. XXX I’ll provide you with security to deposit it into a bank, if that’s how you choose to deal with it—I wouldn’t want you to lose it between here and safety now, would I?”
“Of course not,” Petra said, politely sipping at the tea that she’d been provided. God knows I tried. It ended just above the knee, but the old man’s leer made her feel utterly exposed.
