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		<title>Sang:&amp;#32;Created page with 'I take a few steps toward him.  &quot;Well, how could I reject help from a man like you? How could I reject anything? When I first saw you tonight, I couldn't look away. So confident,…'</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;#39;I take a few steps toward him.  &amp;quot;Well, how could I reject help from a man like you? How could I reject anything? When I first saw you tonight, I couldn&amp;#39;t look away. So confident,…&amp;#39;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take a few steps toward him.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Well, how could I reject help from a man like you? How could I reject anything? When I first saw you tonight, I couldn't look away. So confident, so masculine. You're simply... magnetic.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Darren brushes his fingers against my cheek and looks straight into my eyes. For a moment, I think he's going to kiss me. Instead, he takes a step back and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;No, Sarah. You're magnetic. I'm simply... iron.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;It still works. But really, can't you come up with a better compliment?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Very well. You're... intriguing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;And that's supposed to be a compliment?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Darren raises an eyebrow, and my confidence suddenly plummets. So much for my flirting skills.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I guess we're done flirting.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;We were flirting? Trust me, if I were flirting with you, you'd know.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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''He's making me feel all hot again. I need to change the subject.''&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Seriously, what's the deal with those rumors about your club? They wouldn't have started for no reason, right?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Jealousy. I'm sure that's the main reason. But I'm going to deal with it and make things right.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;You like this club a lot, don't you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;That is an understatement. I love it, I am obsessed with it. I worked my ass off, saved, and did all I could to turn an old rundown club into the magical place it is today. I'm damn proud of it. Aphrodite embodies my wildest dreams.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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''Darren is extremely passionate about his nightclub...''&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Congratulate him.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Compliment him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Criticize him]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Lessons in Lust]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Sang</name></author>	</entry>

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