The look she gave thrilled me. It was coy and suggestive, a declaration that she found me likeable. I shivered with pleasure. One thousand butterflies collided against each other in the pit of my belly and my breath came out hot and excited. Summoning my courage, I crossed the street and joined her on the curb. She brushed a lock of luscious brown hair from her left shoulder and smiled, pursing her lips invitingly. I smiled back, holding her gaze and reveling in the mild scent which hung about her like a haze before asking, “How much for an hour?”
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