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“goddamn, you have no shame.” whit wanted to put his head in his hands at hearing quinn’s latest misdemeanor. the girl was a wildcard, but he loved her for her flaws as much as he appreciated her for being herself. he was getting his changed for his next appointment that night, standing in his boxers in front of the open closet. a row of ties lined the rack on the door, and he picked through them trying to match something to the suit jacket he held in his hands. he’d taken to hiding his valuables every time she’d come around. so, he’d wait to pick out his watch until after she left.
“what are you going to do if a client catches you one of these days?” he watched her through the mirror hanging in the closet. not bothering to turn as he asked her this, he threaded his selection through the hanger and went to the dresser to pick out his folded shirt and socks. he smiled at her total confidence in picking pockets and grew even more amused with the idea of her arrogance getting her into trouble one day. it temporarily distracted him from the fact he'd like to take her over his knee himself.