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Post by Bayard Roux nó Eglantine on Mar 10, 2011 22:47:45 GMT -5
"And playing is the best reward for hard work," I replied with an impish smile as I walked over to where he was exiting the bar and looked at the handsome Aragonian man from beneath my lashes. "Have I thanked you yet for being so quick at your work? Because I appreciate it." There was a little bit of a low tone of desire in my voice and I was glad for my training that had even made me realize that it could impress those who I was interested in.
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Post by Baltasar de Cordova on May 4, 2011 19:18:31 GMT -5
"No, not yet," I mused, "but I can think of many a way you can thank me later," I teased with a wink as I closed the door behind Bayard, locking up the shoppe. There certainly was something about him that was intriguing and made me think of him more than once since the opening of my shoppe and the night we had first spoken. He was different than Sinclair, the only other man I had been with, more playful, less serious, adn seemingly less jaded as well, but that didn't make either better than the other, just different in their own right.
"A carriage?" I queried as I looked about, trying to spot one.
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