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Leila hadn't given too much of herself away, as their first date had it's challenges. It was a thrill and she was still fanning herself over the way that boy could kiss. She wasn't used to men sticking around for the demands a woman like her brought to the table. Most saw a gorgeous woman, wanted a taste and were quick to back out when she proved to be a lot more than they were willing to put in.

She rarely got to spend a night in her own apartment herself always out on the road for the newest hit, the life of a bounty hunter came with it's own set of challenges. She was free tonight, and fully intended to enjoy herself. She shifted a few pillows on the floor with her Moroccan style living room. It might have held all the color in the room, but her white dress was the perfect offset. She'd gone on their first date with leather and full of steam, but this was a little less intense. She still had all the curves to fill every inch of that fabric with a little peek-a-boo at the chest. It would make dinner a little more interesting, and see how long Much could stand it before his hands were all over her.

She watched the clock, fully expecting him to be on time, and not a second later. She might even have expected him a little early, he seemed rather excited about getting out of work at 6:00 pm. She was anticipating it herself.