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I knew exactly what kind of attention I could command. I know that I am quite the temptation to most red-blooded men. Today, a simple grocery run was about to get a lot more interesting.
As I walked down the aisles, I saw him—tall, lean, and focused on picking out a bottle of bubbly. He didn’t see me yet, but he would soon enough. My hips moved deliberately, my walk slow, intentional. I knew the effect I had when I wanted to turn it on.
“Need help choosing?” I asked, my voice low and teasing as I stopped beside him, reaching for a bottle just within his reach.
His eyes flicked to me, surprise flashing in them before quickly shifting to something else. I had his attention now. “Yeah, maybe I do,” he said, his voice calm but curious.