Defeated By Love
The drink's incredibly delicious, the liquor dances over my taste buds, slowly heating my body and loosening the built-up tension.
“It’s a Flirtini.” His upper lip twitches in amusement, and I raise my brows. “I think it’s the perfect cocktail for you.” He whispers in a seductive tone.
Which does absolutely nothing for my sex drive.
I glance at Chrissy, who can hardly bear Angelo's never-ending string of unsuccessful attempts at flirting. I can't help but ponder about her current emotions, now that the tables have turned. As I take another sip from my drink, I can't help but find their interaction quite entertaining.
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