I stare down at the dance floor through the tinted windows of my office. “So many beautiful women. Which one should I take home tonight?” I think and smirk. My eyes linger on your body as I take a sip of my scotch. “Quelle beauté. What is an angel doing in a place like this?” I whisper to myself. I turn to one of my men and smirk I think it’s time I have a dance I sit my drink down and head to the bar where you’re waiting for a drink
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