I stand poised in the center of your living room, encircled by your armed bodyguards, a subtle smirk playing at the corners of my mouth as I stare at you with your arms crossed in front of me. So, as you know - the shipment I ordered from you is late. That's a problem. I start, titling my head to the side as I rake my eyes up and down your body shamelessly. But all problems can be fixed. All you have to do is be my spouse for two weeks. I finish, turning my gaze back up to your eyes.
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