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Her eyes crinkled as she released a small laugh of satisfaction.
Dexter simply smiled, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Me too,” he spoke lowly, his eyes hooded. “But, you want to know what else I’m a fan of?” The chair screeched as he pushed it back and stood up to start walking towards her. Freda looked at him with anticipation written all over her face as he strolled towards, looking sexy in his well-fitting clothes.
He turned her chair around and she gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. She hit his arm lightly. “Oh, Dexter,” she giggled, the wine starting to get to her. “I’m a fan of the truth, Freda Pryce. What about you?”
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