But then all of a sudden, Vivian’s foot didn’t have a shoe on it anymore and it was rubbing gently up and down Jules’s ankle. Footsie. Vivian was playing footsie with her. And she was in that golden dress and she smelled of sandalwood and her eyes were sparkling, and Jules really, really wished she was less susceptible because she was trying to be indignant, confused, and indignantly confused. But that was going to be tough when Vivian was giving off her very best fuck-me vibe like there was no tomorrow.
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