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I gave a triumphant smirk. “Not as sneaky as you think you are.”
“Oh, no?” He sauntered toward me in a little dance. Sliding his leg along the outside of mine as he began easing my skirt up with a warm palm.
It was dizzying. Hypnotic how he could seem so cold and calculated at work then all smiles and play here.
Making me laugh.
I shook myself. “Your steaks are burning.”
He clacked his wine glass to the counter and twisted to see.
I bolted.
He looked back, realizing the ploy.
“Ah, c’mon!” He laughed in frustration. “That’s bullshit!”
I laughingly ducked into the bedroom to change from my work clothes, knowing dinner was about done. I wiggled out of my skirt and suit jacket. Unraveling my nylons as I heard plates clattering and knew he was dishing us up.
“If you’re hiding from me,” He called in a sing song voice. “you’re hiding in the wrong place…”
I scampered out wearing an overly large
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