57- Pretense

 

“Hunter when are we meeting your Granma? I have heard a lot about her from your employees.” Abigail sounded tipsy because of having two shots of tequila. She was going to start her third one when Hunter found her and had to snatch it away from her hand.

“Let’s see. We can go to see her at noon. Around lunch hour.” They were dancing slowly with music beats along with other couples. His arms were casually around her shoulders and her hands were resting on his chest.  

“Something is cooking in your head, Hunter?” then taking her mouth near his ear she whispered, “You know what? We can tell them that we like each other. No need to pamper me every time when people are around.”

Looking into her eyes he frowned a little, “Not everything I do is for pretense, Abi.”

“Really? Then why we don’t have sex?” she looked into his eyes.

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