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"I'm starting to think you're a bigger addict than I am," I teased. "Maybe we need a support group."
"Nah." Grace waved her hand in dismissal. "Support groups are for people whowantto stop."
I laughed. "That's true." I had no desire to give up eating it. Or cock, for that matter.
The elevator pinged and the door slid open.
"It's not too late to go back and change," Grace said.
I checked my watch. "It is, though. Ready or not, this interview is going to happen."
"Poor guy won't know what hit him," Grace said.
"That's exactly what I'm hoping for," I replied.
