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"According to your plan you still have six norant husband"

"Ignorant? He’s not ignorant"

"He’s ignorant of the fact that he’s going to be your husband"

"Well, yes For now" I grin

"So how do you like working at Carma?" He drains the last of his wine

"Oh, I don’t work there I just use the terrace" I sip on mine

"In a uniform?" He asks for a refill on his

"Well, if I don’t wear it, I’d never get through security The uniforms make me inconspicuous Who knehat a black skirt and jacket could do?"

He watches me, and I lift my wine and drink He loosens the top two buttons of his shirt and rolls his shirtsleeves to his elbows

His sort of lazy, relaxed look makes my nipples bead

I’m not sure if he’s equally affected bylike live wires under , "TiO" by Zayn, I head to the s and I start dancing on my own

He leans back, and he looks so delicious, so calm and powerful, I’m weak

His hair is a little disheveled and the shadow on his jaw a little darker as he sits with his back to the bar, facingthe rooal for him to smoke in here--but he doesn’t seehts up

He wants me, I know that now, and as I smile at him and swirl my hips and move to the ht

I love the playful sensuality in his eyes--like he’s relaxed and nothing else exists but the drink in his hand, this barandat hiht under the playful sensuality, is a heat I’ve never seen before