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“I should make something for dessert,” Shyla said as the elevator doors opened.
While her mind and body were so fried, she couldn’t really come up with anything quick and easy, or anything that appealed to her taste buds. She put her clock on the side table and started on a trajectory meant to take her to the kitchen. Before she got more than a few steps, Score snatched her hand and whipped her around to face him.
Off-balance, still trying to figure out what had happened, Shyla got dizzy. Score didn’t leave her wondering about his motives for long. Lifting her hand to place it on the knot of his tie, he communicated what he wanted. His jacket was already gone, in a heap on the floor behind him. At least, that’s what she figured the dark mound was; she was too focused on him to look a
