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I turn to him, raising an eyebrow. “Do you always have this effect on people?”
He smirks, folding his arms casually. “What, you mean people doing their jobs?”
“Don’t play coy,” I mutter, crossing my arms. “She practically melted the second she saw you.”
“I didn’t notice,” he says, feigning innocence, though I can see the amusement in his eyes.
The sales associate returns with an armful of dresses, shirts and skirts, her smile widening as she offers them to me. “These would be perfect for you,” she says, her tone overly sweet as she gestures toward the fitting rooms. “Let me know if you need any help.”
I force a polite smile, but the hint of irritation rises under the surface as I take the dresses from her. “Thank you, I think I’ll manage.”
After picking out everythin
