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Finishing with her lipstick, she hurried down the stairs. She locked the front door and waved to Shaw. “You look terrific,” he said. “That was the goal,” she shot back. “You look very handsome in a carefree sort of way. So unlike a lobbyist. I’m duly impressed.” “Good, because that was my goal.” She climbed on the back and took the helmet he handed her, strapping it on. “Pretty scooter,” she said, stroking the pale blue metal. “Best way to get around here. Hold on.” She gripped him around the waist and leaned into his back. With her hands around his middle Shaw felt a burst of electricity rush down his spine. He even jerked a bit, it was so visceral. “You okay?” she said. “Fine. Just sore from all that rowing.” He hit the throttle and they sped off going about twenty kilometers an
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