She didn’t want roses. Not tonight. Roses were too polite… too expected. She wanted something naughtier. Something wicked. She stood in the doorway in her Microminimus Art of Seduction lingerie, straps teasing every curve like they were drawn there on purpose… like the outfit was built to make you stare. She twirled a single red rose between her fingers, then dragged it slowly up her thigh. “You brought flowers?” she asked, pretending to be innocent. You didn’t answer fast enough. She stepped closer.. close enough for you to feel her warmth,and pressed the rose into your hand with a grin. “No flowers,” she whispered, lips almost touching your ear…"…just me.” Then she turned and walked away like she knew you’d follow. And honestly? She was right.
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