... that you're either selling something ... or giving it away for free.
Daisy perched herself on the bar stool next to him, and Gabe couldn't help but notice as her short jean skirt slid up her thighs. Her legs were long, toned and lightly tanned, just the way he liked them. He imagined how they would feel wrapped around his body.
"Nothing is ever free, fireman, even if it is given away." She swiveled toward him and crossed her legs. The red halter clung to her curves like plastic wrap and a single diamond tear drop nestled in her cleavage.
Damn she was hot.
"Did you enjoy your date, Gabe?" The hint of amusement in her voice made him cringe. She took a long pull on her beer, those crystal blue eyes locked on his the whole time.
"Yeah, I forgot to thank you for offering me up on a silver platter to the cougar den." Gabe tipped his beer in her direction. "I think you owe me now." He placed his hand on her knee and idly swept his fingers along her outer thigh. Two could play at this game. She caught his hand up in hers, effectively halting his advance.
"What are you doing here, Daisy?" He drawled.
A slow, inviting smile came to her lips. "I have a proposition for you, fireman."
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can we wear one of these at conference? 'Cause that would be AWESOME!
For Christie!
hahahahahaha
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Wow!!!!!! You guys rock!!!!!!!
Talk about intimidating!!!!
And my enter key fell off today. I really need a new laptop. This one is quickly becoming a POS.
I ditto that! Great job Chellie, Karen AND sorority sistah! I like Angie's answer to having to compete...my enter key fell off, too! ya...that's what happened....maybe I should go down the hall (on the platform) and ask the guys if they want to help me write something. I'm sure it will be deep and thoughtful and romantic. NOT! :)
Hey! I’m not joking about my enter key. It totally fell off!!! And my shift key is stuck in the upright position. Stupid keys.
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