Elaine reached back to close the partition between the two halves of the vehicle. Then both of her hands grasped the neckline of her dress. “How would you like the tag ‘attempted rapist’ added to your name? Believable storyline, isn’t it? Girl accuses gigolo of being a limpdick, and he tries to force her to see otherwise.”
Henry opened the door for himself. “You’re a ruthless bitch, Elaine.”
“You’ve made me one, Henry. And the name’s not Elaine; you’re not the only one who uses pseudonyms.”
Henry was poised over the threshold between limousine interior and roadside desert before one of his client’s Manolo Blahniks met his rear end and forced him out.
“Goodbye, Henry.” The door slammed shut behind him.
“Elaine!” Henry was on his feet with arms spread wide as the limousine tore away.
All he got for his efforts was shame in a mouthful of dust.