"Do I sound like I'm joking?" Abigail replied, exhaustion lacing her tone. "We had a deal—you get me the commission, I sleep with you. I keep my promises. No take-backs."
Ryan coughed again, amused. "Senior, no need to sound so… martyr-like. It's not a death sentence."
Abigail's voice hardened. "Even if I'm a lesbian, I'm no different from any other woman in bed. Unless you think I'm ugly or my body's bad—which it's not—why the hesitation?"
She wasn't wrong. Abigail had every right to say that. Her looks and figure were flawless.
Tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever—honestly, if Ryan weren't tall himself, he'd have felt the same inferiority most guys did around her.
Purely in terms of raw appeal, she was a knockout.
After coughing a few times, Ryan said, "Senior sister, this matter isn't urgent. Let's meet first wherever you are."
"In front of the First City Hospital," Abigail replied.
"Are you far? If you are, I'll come to you. Don't make a special trip."
