“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God”, Skai cried out as she unsuccessfully tried tying the straps of her halter dress with shaky hands. The knocks were getting louder and any minute, they’d barge in. Dante, though, was cool as a cucumber. He didn’t even bother putting on his shirt, he just got his dress pants zipped, adjusted his belt and sat on the couch like he owned the room.“Where are my shoes”, she asked as she scanned her eyes round the room with no sign of her stilettos.Dante calmly pointed at her toes. She never took them off. “Fuck”, she cursed under her breath, feeling her embarrassment pile over her head.“Hi”, Skai greeted the security guard at the door. She had finally gotten the straps of her dress in a knot that could hold it in place— hopefully— and was red as a cherry.“Oh, Miss Leighton. I heard voices and was worried someone had gotten access to your private back room”.“Oh, no. It’s just me. You have nothing to worry about, sir. Keep up the good work”, Skai assured
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