Seconds later, she sat on the couch beside him, kicked off the shoes, and took a healthy swig from the glass. Will couldn’t help it. His spine straightened like a Catholic schoolgirl’s. “Are you going to drink that in front of me?” She pushed her bare foot against his leg, saying, “Just until you start to look pretty.” “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what?” she teased, nudging him again. He turned to look at her, which was exactly what she had been waiting for. Angie was lying back on the couch, her foot still pressed against his leg. She had put on a short black robe and nothing else. The belt was
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