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| [Best Birthday Evar.] |
Once it was tickets to the opera; another, backstage passes to the Chippendale's Revue, and then…spa day at Elizabeth Arden. Great guys, but buying birthday presents was not their forte.
When the knock at the door came in the third quarter, Olivia groaned. And the stupid grin on Elliot’s face didn’t bode well for her.
“I’ll get it.”
Setting aside the bowl of potato chips, she prepared for the worst.
The suit strolled into her living room.
Olivia licked her fingers disinterestedly.
A fedora sailed past, blonde hair whipped dramatically. A pinstriped leg draped itself across Olivia’s lap and a perfect mouth sucked salt from her fingertips.
Husky, against her ear: “You must be the birthday girl.”
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