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Turning away, she looked languidly to the side, closed her eyes and again listened to the music. Swaying, she ran her open palms along her sides, along her hips and began to slowly lift the top up until it was at the very chest. She let go and did the same, but without stopping, to the end. Cool air touched her tense nipples. With a sharp movement, I threw the top on the sofa, a few centimeters from Max and looked at him with a challenge. Whatever he said, I knew my own worth and I knew that this price was high.

– You should try harder, – Max said softly, sipping his whiskey, looking at me.

He deliberately provoked, and I understood this. He played with me, drove me like a dexterous predator, already knowing that the prey was caught, and wishing to prolong the agony. Just not this time. Not with me.

I took another step and found myself between his spread legs. As if by chance, she pressed her shin against him, and then completely rested her knee on the sofa. I leaned over and my hair touched his shoulders. The faint scent of expensive cologne tickled my nostrils: notes of something woody, resinous, mixed with the smell of tobacco and whiskey. Breathe in, and my throat is dry, and my head is spinning. Too sensual, too intoxicating… A man shouldn’t smell like that. Especially one like him. Because it’s… it’s too dangerous. Even for me. Delusional, abnormal thoughts and sensations are also delusional. I’m not drunk to feel like that. Not drunk at all.