Nah, this man is high class and far too above the fray in here. 

Which means I can’t help but find a way to fluster the shit out of him. 

“You know, if you want it even dirtier, I can do that for you. I’m really good at making it dirty.” 

I slink back off the counter, tucking the edge of my shirt back down where it had risen over my belly, showing off my sleek abs and skin. I lick my lips enticingly and step back. Apparently, Mr. Put-Together got a nice view of my stomach before I covered it back up because I notice the twitch of his fingers and the tightening of his jaw. 

Without meaning to, I burst out laughing, waving my hand in the air at him. “Oh my God, dude. You should see yourself right now. Did I just insult your tender sensibilities with my innuendo?” 

In a flash, he jerks his shoulders back with righteous indignation. 

“No,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I was just trying to figure out if you meant the drink or something else.” 

Once again, I bend over the counter, my elbows pinched tight to my ribs, hands clasped in front of me, and give him an innocent lift of my eyebrow. 

“I guess if you don’t know, then you don’t want what I have to offer.” 

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