Coat, shades, briefcase, and metronomic heels. She mesmerized me as she entered the office. I asked if she’d like to join me at the fair, but she had to work late. I told her work and pleasure could mix under the right circumstances—a Ferris wheel, perhaps.
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“Good night to get some work done,” I teased, grabbing a nacho.
She smiled back; no shades now. “Perfect choice.” She squeezed my thigh before adjusting her scope. As we crested I heard a thump, and her body pushed back into mine.
We kissed in the moonlight to the sound of distant screams.
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