“It’s not your color.”
I glanced over and then up.
Because the smooth, velvety voice belonged to a giant. Even contained in a full pinstripe suit oozing with power and money, I could tell he was built like a brick shithouse.
When I didn’t reply, he clarified solemnly, “Black isn’t your color.”
He wasn’t looking at me, which was fortunate since I’d started to salivate. I could see the tip of a tattoo peeking out from under his collar.
Just call me Pavlov’s dog.
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