Neither did I, trust me. Especially not all over my beige leather interior in the middle of a rush hour traffic jam with nowhere to pull over.

I know that name. I definitely know that company. It's connected to some sort of medical and drug technology. That guy likely does not need appendage enhancers to have chicks wanting to hang off it. He's a fucking rich bastard. How did he know your date was an escort? And what the fuck? What was he playing at. Wait, you fucked him even after that? Did he say that to rile you up?