I smiled, glad to see that she was in such good spirits, especially after the day we had, and headed into the bathroom. Soon, I emerged from the shower, refreshed, with just a towel wrapped around my waist.“Hum,” Leila said, sitting in a club chair in the living room, adjacent from the bathroom, “you look good enough to eat.”I laughed. “Now, don’t you dare get that started.”She laughed as she finished the last of the blood in her glass and I headed toward the bedroom. I came out a few minutes later, wearing a dark gray suit, black Versace shoes, with my dark brown hair combed back, still wet from the shower.Leila gave a low whistle, smiling.“Don’t start,” I said, grinning as she laughed.“No, I don’t want you to be late for your meeting,” she said, smiling seductively, “but maybe later.”I shook my head. “Leila, you need to rest.&rdquo
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