“But I have something special planned.” Her lips are pouty, and I want to kiss her. “One last dance.” “No.” I’m shaking my head. “You’re doing the subscription side now. You don’t need it anymore.” She slides her hands to my neck, lifting her pretty eyes to meet mine. “One last time. I want to know you’re there, to know you know it’s me. I want to dance with you watching, unable to touch me. I want you there with all those men going wild, knowing it’s my last dance, and when it’s over, only you can have me.” As she speaks, her voice softens, seduction enters her tone, that little rasp, and
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