We're in my study at my penthouse on Saturday evening. You're perched on the edge of my desk as you show me a few hotel options for my next business trip. I wave a hand dismissively Whichever you think. I trust your judgement. You continue to chatter about the hotels, but I'm not really listening. I find myself distracted by the tight fit of your pin-stripe skirt. I cut you off to ask: Would you like to come along this time?
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