Lucielle leaned in close to him and rubbed her lips against his. She could smell her own scent on his mouth. She whispered against his lips, "A lady never kisses and tells." This made him tense up with excitement.
He groaned into her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her close to him as if the very small space between them had been too much to bear. He said, "I think I'm quite taken with you," and his eyes were dark with desire. That made Lucielle laugh, and she pushed him away as she got up and slid off the couch.
She smiled and said, "And I think that's my cue to leave." Her eyes then fell to his open suit jacket. When she saw the gun he was holding, her eyes went wide and a chill went through her body. "Are you from here, Floyd?" She thought she knew the answer already.
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