LAURA'S POV "Good evening, beautiful," he trailed off with a smile on his face, and I turned towards him with a fake smile."Good evening, sir," I responded with fake nervousness, as I played with my fingers shyly."Here's your drink, ma'am," the bartender called, and I took it, sipping slowly."You're such a damsel. I've been watching you work that beauty," he observed, and I faked a blush."Thanks, sir." "I want to be with you. What can I do for you tonight?" he inquired, and I laughed."You're such a fine man, sir," I smiled teasingly as I got close to him, purposely flaunting my boobs.He moved closer to me, sending his hand to my waist. "Oh, sir," I laughed, and he chuckled."I want us to have some alone time, me and you..." I proposed, and he stared at me."I like you, dear. You didn't even stress me at all. Straight to the business," he remarked with his thick accent.I've always hated sick men like him who didn't care about the age of the ladies they took to bed, and Mr. D i
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