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font-size: 13px;">The blonde was quick to note the way Alex polished off his old fashioned rather quickly, beckoning her to keep up with him. As he began to deliver her the information she’d asked in returned, she took a couple of long draws from the straw nestled into the salted caramel martini, watching the liquid slowly lower in volume as she sipped. The effects of inebriation began to flow through her body, warming her core and flushing her cheeks as the edges of her vision softened. Feeling a rush of heat, she worked to loosen and discard the scarf around her neck, allowing herself to cool slightly as she downed the remainder of the cocktail and pushed the empty glass to the centre of the table.<br/>
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Intently, she listened as he filled in the gaps in the history she’d missed out on. Her expression softened as he spoke about his father and his injury. His father was stubborn and loved to work — traits that evidently had been passed down to Alex. There was no denying the cafe was going well due to his dedication and commitment, not just the initial set up of the family business. The drive to succeed and exceed expectations was attractive. Though she’d never considered Alex to <i>not </i>succeed in life — catching up with him after all those years and seeing it in the flesh made her smile proudly.<br/>
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She murmured her thanks as the waitress replaced their empty glasses with fresh drinks. Eagerly, Kelsie reached for the glass and sipped it again. “Collecting is always fun, I’m glad he’s found his niche. And I don’t doubt one day he’ll have a complete stamp <i>and </i>coin collection, he’s a dedicated man,” she added with a reminiscent smile, thinking back to the man she’d remembered all those years ago. <br/>
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“Oh wow! I do remember that house actually,” Kelsie’s eyes widened, both surprised and interested, “You’ll have to show me sometime. I’d love to see what you’ve done with the place.” A subtle hint to receive an invite she figured he’d catch onto. She wondered if he’d kept the old charm within the home or gutted the innards and modernised it, with his own personal touch. Either way, she suspected he would have something he was proud of — his attention to detail was something she always admired about Alex.<br/>
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“I can’t say I didn’t miss you too,” Kelsie grinned, taking another drink while she glossed over the brief details of his now ex-girlfriend. A small part of her felt relieved by the information, hoping to continue to pique his interest with her soon to be revealed lewd thoughts and intentions. They were both in the same boat… recently broken up with their spouses, reconnecting with one another. But were they after the same thing?<br/>
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Curious eyes watched him as a pause occurred in the conversation, observing the way his familiar blue hues swept shamelessly over her form. A burst of heat fluttered through her as his eyes explored her body, teeth sinking into her lower lip in response. Was she nervous? Excited? Tipsy? Perhaps a mixture of all three.<br/>
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“Why don’t we make it a little more exciting? Our food won’t be here for a little while,” she purred, slipping out from the booth, gesturing with her finger to Alex with a come hither motion of her index finger, “Are you any good at darts?” Kelsie swayed towards the dart board close to their allocated table with a mischievous grin. She plucked the white and red feathered darts from the board, rolling them in her hands. <br/>
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“First to any multiplier of two gets to ask a question. Two successful throws in a row, you can dare,” she turned back to Alex, beaming, “Within reason of course.” Kelsie sauntered towards him, tucking the white set of darts into his hand, “First to hit 20 gets an extra juicy truth <i>or </i>dare.” Her eyes glittered with excitement under the dim lighting as she gazed up at him, “You in?”<br/>
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