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“Doctor Smyth, who would have thought you’d have this mean streak inside, dying to come out?”
“Only for you, Fallon,” I wink.
“Is it bad that I’d love to see it?” She giggles.
“Yes,” I laugh. “I have to behave for my job. But don’t think for one second that I wouldn’t do it.”
Her foot reaches out, stroking the inside of my leg. She is in the most playful mood tonight, and I fucking love it. Though I could do with this food hurrying up so that I can get her out of here. And just like that, my manifesting must have worked, as our waiter makes her way over with the meals.
“Eat up, princess. I think we have one more thing to do before we talk about anything,” I say in a low voice.
“It’s like you read my mind.”
