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Goddamn, she was gorgeous. Stanton stood up as Sammi sashayed her fine hips through the restaurant door. She’d agreed to meet him for dinner at his favorite brasserie on the Waterfront. This time she was dressed in a strapless red cocktail dress with a plunging sweetheart neckline. He got something pretty and sparkly to put around her neck, just below her tat. An Art Deco necklace, dotted with garnets and diamonds, that he’d found in a jewelry store by the courthouse during one of his rare lunch breaks.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he murmured in greeting as he bent down to kiss her cheek. That was another thing about Sammi. Her skin was so soft. Christ, he was sounding like an i***t. Dozens of fairy lights of different sizes dropped from the ceiling, illuminating her glowing skin tone. He pulled
