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she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love Autumn. I’ve been invited to a Pre-Halloween party by this guy I’ve been talking to and Vanya’s coming with me. His name is Rome. The cute redhead from Vanya’s Snapchat. And he’s obsessed with my eyebrows. We’ve been flirting for weeks now, or rather he’s been flirting with me. Also I’m now very active on social media, while my grades keep suffering. I told Rome I don’t do parties. He said, “it’s not just a party, it’s more of a tradition.” I don’t know what that means.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

Her red gown made her look incredibly majestic, and when she moved, her demeanor screamed of elegance. Carol had once read that certain women were born elegant, like Audrey Hepburn. While Aqua was not as beautiful as Audrey, her natural elegance was second to none. Aqua also had a lot of titles attached to her: appraiser, artist, designer, philanthropist, and… non-marriage advocate. She wrote in her biography that she would never marry because she did not believe in marriage. To her, marriage was the shackles of love. She longed for a love that was free. If she fell in love with someone and that someone loved her back, she would date them, but if she no longer loved them, she would stop dati

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

I glanced at the book she was reading, the cover bright and dramatic, with a couple locked in a passionate embrace. My eyebrows shot up and as my gaze drifted to the shelves lining her side of the room, my jaw nearly dropped. If I thought the cover of that one was five percent sexual, then the rest were hundred. Books were everywhere, stacked, lined up neatly, or scattered in small piles. Most of them had similar covers, all romance novels with titles that made me blink twice. “You’ve got a collection,” I said, half-impressed and half-shocked. Her cheeks turned crimson, the blush creeping all the way to her ears. She looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

Like I’m not just Zoe the nurse, but Zoe, a woman with needs, with heat coiling low in my belly just from the way he looks at me. “Long shift?” His voice is deep, smooth, wrapping around me like a promise. I swallow, my fingers tightening around my coffee cup. “You have no idea.” He steps closer, close enough that I catch the scent of his cologne….something rich and spicy, like cedar and sin. His thigh brushes against mine under the table, just for a second, but it’s enough. My breath hitches. My skin prickles with awareness. “You deserve a break,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear. A shiver runs down my spine. “Or maybe something more.”

I pressed my legs together as I walked, trying to steady myself. The girls' words repeated in my head. Enemy. Consequences. Mousy librarian slut. I touched my lips again. Remembering the passion. The connection. Josh was worth it. I hoped. The night had been magical, romantic, and even erotic amidst the tension… But now danger loomed.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.