His eyes lift, and he looks over me thoroughly. The black dress is skimpy by most standards, but it feels see-through when his night-dark eyes trail over me. “Going out for the night?” he wonders. “I had a shoot earlier.” “Ah, so you can fire a gun, but I can’t?” His tone is grave, but I can see he is playing me. “I’ve never held a gun in my life.” “Do you want to?” he asks me. It’s such an out-of-place question that I laugh. “No, do you want to model this dress?” I scoff, flicking my hair over my shoulder and relaxing back in my chair. “I think we both know it looks far better on you than it
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