“This stool taken?”
A gruff voice, thick with a delicious accent, shoots straight through me, the deep baritone making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and lust pool in my belly. Strange how a voice alone can have that effect on me. Opening my eyes, I meet the gaze of a man with the brightest stare I have ever seen.
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