Her eyes stared him down, gazing at his bare chest that was chiseled with muscle. Felicia couldnβt help but steal a glance at the sheets tucked around his waist. Did he always look so good when he looked so rugged and a masculine rough way.
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βIs this a professional visit, or a social call? If itβs professional then I regret to inform you that Iβm now intoxicated and canβt do a thing until morning. If itβs a social call, I can get us another bottle.β
