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Somehow, Jake managed to find a tux that made him look like a cross between Cary Grant and a young Jeff Bridges. He looked so sexy that the first sight of him at her door sent a shiver from her n*****s to her lower belly. She pressed her inner thighs together. None of that, now.
“Wow.” He looked her up and down with naked awe on his face. “You look incredible.”
She’d finally settled on a backless Dolce and Gabbana concoction with a subtle shimmer woven into the black toile. It was a classic little black dress with a couture twist, last worn during a corporate dinner with Steve. She’d swept her hair to one side and pinned it in place with a jet-black hair ornament. Even with stiletto heels, she was barely at eye level with Jake.
“You’re looking pretty good yourself. The rental place d
