Then I hear it click. The door, great. Her heels tap gently onto the floor yet fast enough to tell she’s in a rush. It’s weird, she’s definitely trying to cause me trouble. But I like the chase. She quite the beautiful woman I would say, definitely my type. She rushes in her study room. My gaze shift up and meets her beautiful eyes. Is she shocked or scared? Not that I know a lot about these emotions anymore. Calmly I remain, petting your dog, on the couch. “We should talk.”
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