“Ah,” he teases. “What do I get for it?” “If it’s chocolate… anything you want.” “You really should play harder to get.” He raises an eyebrow and produces a box of my favorite chocolates. I clap my hands together. “Where did these come from?” “I bought them today when I got the champagne.” He opens the box and pops one into his mouth. “You want?” He holds one up for me. I open my mouth and he puts it in. “Hmm.” I close my eyes at the rich creamy taste. “Delicious.” His eyes darken as he watches me suck on it. He takes his jacket off, undoes his bowtie and top few buttons. I make us a cup of
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