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Scott hurriedly sat down just beside me. I turned around to notice his intense stare at me. I was unsure of the feeling I was experiencing but I knew that I was getting a bit uncomfortable. "Right here" he said as he thuck a few strands of my hair behind my ear. "You always looked better with no hair falling down your cheeks" He said, smiling sweetly. "Uhm... I..." I stuttered, unsure of my reaction. Scott was the fast male friend I made in college. Back then, I was very shy and timid. I avoided everything that had to do with socializing. I was always locked up in my space like a little snail in its shell.

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" I froze with the acute fear of being discovered. We were in the men's room of a popular restaurant and I was sucking a vampire's tongue! Oh man! If we got busted my life would be over. Shelly probably wouldn't care, she could just go back to Transylvania or wherever the hell she'd come from, but I had a job, a career. I was a prominent CPA with an influential and very conservative clientele. Having perverted undead sex in a public bathroom would be like jumping out the window of my 38th floor office - messy, painful, and utterly final. The man's footsteps echoed off the tiles. He hummed softly and the sound of his zipper coming down made me jump. I could hear his piss hitting the porcelain

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He didn't wear any fabric that was black—just a cream polo, ripped jeans, and… slippers? Slippers. The image short-circuited my brain. It was giving ‘I accidentally wore this out,’ but somehow on him, it looked like it was worn by a Louis Vuitton model. “Mr—Mr. Scarpa,” I breathed. A smile curled at his mouth. Not arrogant or amused. Just… soft and warm. Like he’d stepped out of a storm and into sunlight. “I came here looking to buy something,” he said, his voice almost bashful. “Didn’t expect you’d be the one attending to me. But I’m glad.”

Kayson glanced at him and asked, “Uncle Shaun, who’s this?” “One of my company’s board of directors, Bryce Jupp,” Shaun answered. Kayson let out an “oh” and nodded before he told Bryce, “Go to the hospital and get yourself checked. The woman you came in touch with last night has an STD.”