He glanced up at the sound of her husky voice. Gone were the black jacket and ice-pick heels. Barefoot and wearing only the slim black skirt and tight-fitting camisole that accentuated her curvy figure, she walked back toward him. Arousal punched through his gut again, shutting down his brain in the process.
“My feet were killing me,” she said.
And she was killing him. His mouth went dry.
She accepted the wine he handed her. “Thank you. What should we drink to?”
A night of mindless sex.
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