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It was my 50th birthday work happy hour celebration. I knew she would be there so I wore my sexy shirt, the one that was tight around the chest and arms. I had been working out hard so I was sure she would notice. I looked for her once I entered to room and didn’t see her, my soon-to-be ex wife. I felt pathetic and deflated as I sat alone at my own celebration while everyone else danced. From behind me I felt a tap on my shrugged shoulder. I turned an saw my intern, Melanie, drink in hand and wide-eyed towards me even in my pitiful state. She clumsy handed me the drink and it toppled to the ground and exploded with a crash. I instinctively gasped and gazed disparagingly upon the sweet child like she were a daughter failing to succeed in life. I started my sentence with”Wha.” Before I could finish a word, I was slapped back by the palm of a yet unknown figure. The hit sent me to the ground. My eyes, still blurry from the blow, set a gaze upon red stiletto heels. The feet in them were Melanie’s sister, Rose, who demanded I apologize. The bouncers were soon accosting and escorting the sisters out when I yelled, “That’s not necessary!” which they didn’t hear or chose to ignore. My vision cleared and I beheld Rose in her entirety. A fierce redhead with piercing blue eyes. I followed and found myself apologizing to Rose as she attempted to hail a cab while ignoring my awkward pleas. “Melanie, you’re drunk, go home!” she exclaimed as she shoved her sister into the back seat of a cab and slammed the door. As the cab drove off, I stood there in awe of Rose’s strength and still hurting from her blow. “You’re bleeding,” she begrudgingly remarked. She wiped the blood from my lip with her finger, then paused briefly, as if to contemplate her next action. There was a long glance at the blood, so long that it was discomforting to those watching, strangely, not for me. She smiled as she placed her finger on her lips and then in her mouth. I suddenly found myself facing her with my shoulders back our hips horizontally aligned. I wanted her like I’ve never wanted a woman before. At that moment, Rose became my one and only desire. She was everything I wondered I would never want, yet there I was, wanting in an aching way. Was it the endorphins from the pain or was I just lonely? It was definitely something new, something vivid, something tantalizingly dangerous. She grabbed my hand and said, “You taste like Paris,” as she pulled me into the back a slowing cab. “Par..?” I tried to ask but her lips and tongue halted my vocalization. I was afraid and aroused at the same time. I felt myself succumbing and engorging. Her dominance set fire within me. I was ablaze with Rose.

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