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“Oh! Excuse me!” She backs away and then freezes when she meets my gaze. “Hey.”

I gobble up the sight of her in a fitted navy dress that flares at her hips but hugs every inch of her ass all the way up to the halter top. Her makeup’s a little heavier than usual tonight, and her hair’s swept up off her graceful neck. She’s wearing a pair of strappy silver heels that put ideas in my head