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THIRTY TWO
The car ride back to Fabian’s place was a stilted one. All Amber could think of was how to lace his drink with the sedative while all that consumed Fabian’s thoughts was how to get Amber laid.
They both attempted to make small talks, none of which lead to anything of significance.
“How was your day?”
“It was fine.”
Silence.
“Business matters settled?”
“Right about….” Work had been far from smooth.
Another round of silence.
Then, his eyes travelled to her long slender legs.
“Your dress is nice.” Fabian wondered if he could rip it off. He was itching to get her naked.
“Thank you.” It had been a hand me down by Amber’s former employee. In fact, most of her clothes were hand me downs.
“Hmm…music?”
Amber drummed her fingers on her knee, “Sure.”
Fabian randomly selected a station and George Michael’s ‘I Want Your Sex’ ripped through the speakers. At this, Amber turned crimson red and Fabian immediately changed t
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