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“Let’s sit here.” Harker stopped at a large, round sectional couch in the back of the Club. There were tables on each end and a large coffee table in front. If there’d been a TV it would’ve been like any normal living room–except for the crowd of people and the stages.
Alison sat, tugging on her skirt. This one was tighter than the one she’d worn last night. Her eyes skimmed over Harker’s ass as he sat next to her.
“Are you checking out my butt?” he asked.
“I like those jeans.” She did. His ass looked great in his dress slacks but something about form fitting blue jeans made her insides melt.
“Enjoy tonight because you won’t see me in them again.”
“You don’t like them? How can you not like jeans? There’s nothing more comfortable besides maybe sweatpants.” She giggled. “Oh,
