Sheila the Stripper Queen didn’t know when the tall, dark man walked into her club that he was Prince Frederico, Decency Overlord for the Council Against Public Obscenity and Naughtiness, but she took him home anyway. After a frantic night spent in the back of Frederico’s SUV, Sheila knew she was a lost woman.
“But Frederico,” she murmured as their sweat-glistening bodies tangled together, “Our clans are at war.”
“‘Twill be alright, my little pasty of love,” Frederico sighed, “I am also a pretty good bouncer.”
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