It was him again. Xanthe automatically sucked in her stomach and reached to tidy her hair. Stop it, she told herself, then looked up straight into his hypnotic gaze.
â€śCome to dinner with me?â€ť He laid a single red rose in front of her, those blue eyes pleading.
â€śNo, thank you.â€ť
â€śBut I adore you.â€ť His hand covered hers, and for a moment her heart skipped a beat.
â€śNo,â€ť she said again.
â€śYou didnâ€™t see my behind you yesterday, did you? When you bought eight single roses, not to mention the bouquet for your wife.â€ť
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