“I’m spent. Brian, how do you plan on showing your gratitude?”

Brian, whose senses were dulled by the alcohol forced upon him by Sanford, squinted in confusion.

Sanford leaned in close, propping an arm on the sofa. “Play the drunken fool, then make your move. Once you sleep together, she’ll be putty in your hands.”

Sanford’s plot was simple.

If Brian and Rosalynn were to have sex, any discord between them would be resolved.

After all, no woman would turn down an opportunity with a man of Brian’s stature.

silent, massaging his temples as he

from

shoved Brian

put. Keep up

Brian sprawled on

in such close

“You two…”

them a

Brian playing for

to his

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