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“Drink your whisky, Olive Behave yourself” To ht about the whisky, wasn’t I?”

“It’s not bad,” she concedes with a careless flick of her shoulder “It’s kind of smoky, not sharp I like the way it warms as it travels”

Shejust a little farther south My own gaze follows as though invited,to warood whisky cannot

“But I aainst the table, leaning down onto them

“Shohat you know Olive suits you perfectly”

“Don’t you want to know lass to the side, her eyes following themine “Or is it that you don’t want to tell me yours?”

Despite her playful delivery, I consider her words as I also consider the lush valley of her cleavage again It’s an unconscious motion on her part, I think Not a ploy or a play for me As for her question, I reach a decision No hariven that she’s leaving tomorrow, I’ out, I wrap entle tug She slides herself fro the end until our shoulders are al

“I already know your name” Despite the dissonant noise in the place: the lasses, and the jarring cackle of laughter froe than mine, I keep ue that requires her to lean closer “Holland” I draw out her naht it an odd naion of Europe? Now I’ht on their part because she is truly as unique as her name

She releases a tiny breath, her lips slightly parted and her eyes darkly glistening “How?”

I watch her lips for how I’ve never noticed how delicate an action it is How Pouting and soft, and delightfully inviting Not for the first tiine what it would feel like to pressinto each other at the corner of the table It would take nothing to make that connection I’ even if I have been thinking about it aled me out of the hotel She isn’t like anyone I’ve ever encountered before and certainly not like any of the women I would ordinarily involve myself with

Not that I get involved these days