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Chapter Twenty - Eccentric Or What?

Amy’s POV

The joke was well and truly on me. I knew I should have packed my own case. I was told slaves “got what they were given” or “deserved”. No way had I merited this.

We had an appointment with Elvis Munro and I hoped what I was wearing wouldn’t be too distracting. The peekaboo style cropped top was the most modest thing currently hanging in my closet – maybe I am exaggerating a tad – and I was giving it an airing on what was a hot day in the business district.

Fortunately, the Omegas had included two pairs of shorts, and I opted for the slightly less fitted ones above nude seamed tights. Oh, what I wouldn’t give for some roller skates so I could leave Kane for dust.

I raised a few eyebrows outside the bank, I can tell you.

The library district seemed more cosmopolitan in terms of clothing and I hurried along in my clunky heels, mindful of where I was stepping. Discarded chewing gum was the least of my worries.

Munro was small and jaunty, like the angle of his trendy cap with th
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