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She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

"Ms. York, let me explain. As you know, Aerowind Enterprise has been actively recruiting lately. With all the new assistants coming in, there's bound to be more physical contact..." Frederick explained sheepishly. Jennifer cut him off. "But why do you smell like Jasmine's favorite perfume, the exclusive luxury brand Ethereal Essence? Don't tell me someone else uses that scent too?" This brand was only available to select customers, with each person having a personalized fragrance. That meant only Jasmine had this particular perfume.

Standing in front of the table, Loathefiya watched in amazement the beautiful glass bottles carrying in them different varieties of color, in each one of them. What the girl noticed was flowers were printed on each glass were like rose, it had same color of liquid just like red liquid in it, blue liquid was for iris and green was for jasmine. The magnificent sight and the fragrance of the bottles enchanted in the girl’s heart by their rare beauty. Unable to hesitated her hands, she lifted them and picked up a perfume that pleasant her heart and soul with the fragrance of it. The shop-attender got her glimpse at her, admiring the enjoyment of the small girl she asked kindly,

The air had begun to cool as autumn crept in, and with it came another reminder. Lucian’s birthday was approaching. “I should get him a gift. What would he want this year?” Sarang murmured, slumping his shoulders. After hours of wandering and pondering, he found himself inside a perfume shop—alone. A few other customers were there, giggling and sampling scents. Sarang recognized some from Nathan’s birthday, but they minded their own business. A tall, sinewy man approached him with a broad smile and a perfume bottle in hand. “May I interest you in this? It’s perfect for omegas and attracts passionate alphas. It’s the most popular this season. We also have something for masking pheromones or a

"It goes both ways. And thank you so much Tenor. You and your wife, you did so much for me. I'm grateful." "Anything for Simon and Paige. Can't mention him without you now." He teased. Simon clapped a hand on Tenor's back. "Thank you man, for everything." Tenor nodded. Closing his eyes, he sniffed the air. "You're wearing a fragrance made up of cinnamon, rose, clove, cardamom and coriander." He leaned closer to Paige. "There's also the slightest hint of patchouli and amber." He smiled a sensual smile. "Did you know that patchouli is considered a love potion?"

“Why? Do you have the intention to lose it? After the party you’d have to go back here to return everything!” But, can he also bring back the virginity of my eyebrows? To my horror, it wasn’t only the pin but a set! Earrings, necklaces, a bracelet, and a ring. They looked minimalistic but very elegant...How much did all that cost? To finish the look, he sprayed me with a perfume as if I was a fly. I don’t use scents! What the heck. “Oh, are you complaining?” he arched his brows, “Do you know what brand this perfume is? It’s GIVENCHY!”

he praised in a husky whisper, his breath warm against her ear. “You're a pretty good dancer yourself,” she said slowly, trying to focus on the moves. Concentration was impossible, with her body molded to Phoenix's from chest to thigh. “And you smell delicious,” he murmured. “What's that perfume you've been wearing this weekend?” “Ange ou Demon.”

She greeted me as she got in. I just nodded my head. But I looked up quickly. “Miss Fox. What perfume are you wearing?” She turned to me with a sweet smile on her face. “It's the Glorious Jasmine and coconut combo, sir.” Jasmine and coconut. “Really?” I asked. “Yes,” she continues. “I smelled it at the mall and knew I just had to get it.” Then she turned and faced forward, while humming a tune. That was when I noticed her clothes. Her new style caught my attention.

Then, she lifted the velvet box containing the silver mask and looked at me in awe. “Ma’am,” she whispered, “you look like someone who’s… untouchable.” A faint smile curved my lips. “Maybe because tonight, I’m not meant to be touched.” She laughed nervously before carefully placing the mask over my face. The silk lining brushed against my skin, leaving only my lips and a small part of my face visible. To erase my scent completely, I picked up a bottle of NightFang perfume—a blend of deep cedar and faint wolfbane—and sprayed it along my neck and wrists. The fragrance was potent enough to drown out the scent Alaric once knew by heart.

She stepped closer and enthusiastically looped her arm through mine, telling me that the perfume should be used within a week or its scent would fade. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, though my mind was already racing. I frantically formulated a strategy. The moment Queenie stepped out for the restroom, I quickly put on a mask and gloves before opening the porcelain bottle. I snapped a photo of the bottle and sent it to a friend of mine who specialized in fragrance packaging to create a replica. I even paid a considerable fee for its expedited delivery to the office. I received the product right before I clocked out. I discreetly threw the contents of Queenie's perfume down the toilet and