“You sold your soul for that?” Harmony’s eyes went wide with disbelief.
Gunn nodded, and hung his head.
“Gee, that was dumb. I mean, there musta been plenty of girls who would have given you one. Hot African-American guy, toned body and tight butt, I’d give you one like a shot.” She licked her lips. “Hey, Fred won’t be back for a while. Why don’t I give you one right now? You could take me over the desk, from behind, or maybe slip into the broom cupboard for a quickie.”
Gunn sighed. “Harmony, I sold my soul for a truck.”