"This is only my second time at a bar. That night was the first," Dexter said, sitting next to me."Tsk, tsk. Don't bother. Your innocent act has completely fallen apart with me," I said dismissively, taking a sip of my drink."I've never put on an innocent act. If you insist on seeing me as some innocent guy, that's not my problem." He held his glass with those well-defined, pale, slender fingers and chuckled."Hey, come here." I crooked my finger, signaling him to lean closer.Then, I breathed against his ear and asked with a smile in my eyes, "That night wasn't your first time, was it?""It was."I licked my lips and grabbed his tie. "Not enough. I want more."After saying that, I pushed him back and leaned away."Anyway, three o'clock. My target has appeared."I slowly walked toward that man with my drink in hand. He raised his glass in response.After one drink, he suggested taking me home, and I agreed. Just as I returned to my seat to grab my things and leave, I saw De
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