[It was a nice dress, wasn't it. Her official excuse was summer. Her unofficial excuse was: Read 'em and weep.
Though she hadn't really expected to be affected by any of his smooth lines, for some reason that honest appreciation got to her. It had her taking on a little more receptive body language than she'd planned, subconsciously opening to him with the tilt of her hips and slant of her shoulders.]
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Though she hadn't really expected to be affected by any of his smooth lines, for some reason that honest appreciation got to her. It had her taking on a little more receptive body language than she'd planned, subconsciously opening to him with the tilt of her hips and slant of her shoulders.]
I'd hate ta become predictable.
[And she reached into the bag...]