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“Maybe the next ti that steals your attention”

He was leaning against the staircase railing He’d re him in only a button-down shirt and dress pants His hair was messy, and he looked more relaxed than the first time I’d met him He stalked over to

“Have you eaten?” he asked

“My friends wouldn’t let me,” I stupidly confessed Come on, Felicity, this is about you!

“Good” He held out a hand

I sain?”

“Your hand will suffice,” he replied, still waiting

“I’ll keepthea, I say no, yet you get me to do it anyway?”

“Ms Harper,” he whispered as he stepped closer, his face hovering over ht now, and not the man ants to slowly peel that dress off and fuck you on my couch, because I knoouldn’t ive me your hand”

Just like that That’s how he gets me to do what he wants

I placedroom

There was a long, dark wood table He pulled out a chair and seatedto the opposite end

“I half expected food to already be waiting,” I said as I unrolled the napkin and placed it onon the table ater and bread

“Léon,” he called, and out of nowhere, a French chef who looked to be in his uessed was the kitchen

“Are you ready to order, Mr Darcy?”