[ Cadence slides her coat off her shoulders into Clay’s waiting hands; her now fully revealed dress earns a few not-so secretive glances from a few of the men at nearby tables.
A small smirk curling on her lips, she flicks her eyes back to her quasi-date. ]
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A small smirk curling on her lips, she flicks her eyes back to her quasi-date. ]
A martini would be great; make sure it’s strong.