Her mind was still foggy; weaving though the mucky slog of dim lighting and loud music, before recognition finally smacked her right on the ass.

Quite literally, a very specific memory floated through, of a tall stranger's hand smacking her ass right in the middle of the crowded dance floor.

Her cheeks heated, remembering just who it was on the other end of the line.

"Oh… sorry, the caller ID wasn't showing," came her lame excuse.

A haughty chuckle echoed through the receiver. "That's quite alright. Would you be free this Friday night? I'd like to take you out properly."

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Posted: May 3, 2020