Love in Thorns, Guns and Shackles
The man smiled and looked her from head downwards, his eyes fell on her exposed thighs; well, the twist was that she had moved the split side apart on purpose, that was actually a strategy to get him lusting, which was the core holding her entire plan.
His eyes were locked on her visible thighs, her enticing smooth skin caught his attention. “Nice legs, when do they open?” he asked flirtatiously.
Elena would have puked in disgust on a normal day. That was one of the worst pick-up lines she had ever heard, but she forced a smile immediately and even blushed to make him feel full of himself.
“They open when you want them to,” she replied softly and bit her lips seductively.
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