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Scarlett longingly looked at the cocktail, unconsciously licking her bottom lips, “I… I want some too!”
“Ask properly.”
She was genuinely confused for a second before she hesitantly added, “Please?”
Cattleya shook her head, deliberately taking another sip of the Margarita, slowing moving behind her. She pressed her body into her, her fingers skimming over her hip, her breath grazing her ear, “Ask. Properly.”
Scarlett shuddered. She grabbed hold of the bar counter, her body burning in response. Cattleya raised the glass to the matchmaker’s mouth, letting the rim touch her bottom lips while her fingers began loosening the buttons of her blouse.
Her lips descended on her neck and Scarlett whimpered, throwing her head back against the billionairess’ shoulder, trembling as she n
