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"If you'd like," she begins, her voice smooth and a little too sweet, "I can show you some of our exclusive pieces. We've just received a new collection that I think you'd find... interesting." Her tone drips with innuendo, her gaze fixed entirely on him as though I'm not even there.
I feel a flare of irritation, and before I can think better of it, I reach out, slipping my hand through Angelo's arm, linking mine with his as I press just a little closer to him, my hand reacting comfortably on his chest. "I think we're fine," I say, my tone sharper than I intended. "Thank you."
The sales associate blinks, looking momentarily taken aback, but quickly covers it with a forced smile. "Of course," she murmurs, stepping back with a hint of annoyance in her eyes. She disappears
