“What can I do for you, beauty?” He placed his hands on his hips proudly and waited, but she had no idea what to say. “Maybe I could…” He took a step forward and stopped, sniffing the air between them. Shiiiiit. No. He couldn’t be that good at smelling, could he? And he wouldn’t remember what she smelled like. That was impossible. His chin tipped down ever so slightly, and a devilish grin split his face. If his smile before had been open and charming, this one was all confidence and hunger. He couldn’t possibly know— “Vanessa,” he purred, voice gone low. She shivered. Actually shivered, and
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