![]() ![]() “I take it the champagne went down a treat.” Then she brought her attention back to me. “Sorry, my bad,” she apologised to Dorotea, still not lowering her voice. I felt like running my palm seductively down my abs just to torture her. When I leaned my hand against the wall and smiled at Fred, I saw her eyes wander to my naked chest before quickly looking away. I hadn’t drunk much, so I was feeling well enough. “Oh, my word, you gave me a fright, so noisy,” said Dorotea, because Fred was being purposely loud, and the Italian beauty clearly had a hangover. I found it incredibly endearing how she used it to diffuse uncomfortable situations. You're lowering the tone.”ĭespite the awkward situation, I smiled at her humour. ![]() When she spotted Dorotea, her gaze narrowed slightly, but she quickly wiped her expression clean before putting on a smile and joking, “My, my, am I witnessing the walk of shame right now? This is a classy neighbourhood, I'll have you know. ![]()
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