A Royal Bite of the Big Apple Pt. 5
Bee and her long-legged friend are rearranging their clothes as they emerge from around the corner. I should have known. I snatch her up—no questions asked—and dash for the exit. My car is waiting and shock of shocks, we make it across the river to R & B’s showroom before 6. Fashion Week starts tomorrow and the place is crawling with models. But there’s a no-show. I suggest to Marcus that he use the princess instead. Bee almost wets herself as he looks her over. “She’ll work,” he smiles. Then he bows and kisses her hand. Eeeyew. Where were those dainty little digits an hour ago?