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She said to the gorgeous men on whom laps she sat.
“A writer?” Victor was confused.
“A romance author, specifically,” she explained.
“Romance author,” Vice pressed his nose against her neck and inhaled. “You smell divine, Emily. What is this that you are wearing?”
“Um,” she tried to remember, but her thoughts had scattered. “Morissi, I think.”
“Ah, the alien that is woman,” Victor stroked the hand he held. “So, your romance writing, have you done it?”
“I do it,” she corrected.
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