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2024-10-29 19:42:56As they reached the ground floor and the elevator opened onto the luxurious reception area, Alanis smiled coolly, her back straight.
“Of course, I relax,” she said. “Often.”
“Wow, did I saw a smile?” Brody said looking at her and smiled back.
Since she avoided looking back and didn’t answer his laconic remark, Brody kept going.
“When?” he challenged quietly.
“What?”
This time, Alanis stared up at him as he brought her to a halt by turning her to face him, his large hands under her elbows.
“When do you relax?” he asked patiently, his voice soft. “I mean really relax, Alanis.”
“I… All the time.”
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