Pretend to Want Me
"Tell you what, I'll treat you to dinner today. You can tell me all about your trip to Paris."
Vivian's face lit up, reminding me of why I'd been drawn to her in the first place. That childlike joy, so at odds with her sophisticated image.
Then she frowned, lower lip jutting out in a pout. "I could tell you now."
"Can't," I said, disentangling myself from her. "Board meeting in thirty."
I turned towards the shower, pulling off my shorts as I went. I could feel Vivian's eyes on me, knew she was watching the play of muscles across my back.
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