<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Her mind forced her hands not to shake as she brought over the plates, placed one infront of Marcus and the other in front of her. Her table was small, just a simple square four person table, so she didn't feel bad when she sat across from him to try and put distance between them. <br/>
</span></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">A bottle of wine had already been placed on the table and Scara poured herself a glass, the red liquid just half an inch from the top. Her lips took in almost half of her cup before she smiled and dug into her food. Her mind kept thinking back to all those little moments. How close he had been, how his touch electrified her skin. <br/>
The spices from the food were beginning to warm her insides and was not helping her situation at all. Her underwear was becoming extremely uncomfortable and she fidgeted in her chair, trying to avoid eye contact with the dangerous man across from her. <br/>
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In her attempt at also avoiding conversation she found herself having finished her dinner in record time with what she was sure also half the wine. This was bad, in her attempt to drown out her emotions she made them worse. The wine had slowed her brain down and the heat within her was rising as she leaned forward in her seat breasts sitting atop the table, sultry eye gazing at Marcus from under long lashes. <br/>
"So, how was dinner? Got room for dessert?"</span></span>