Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
Mr. Townsend quirks a brow at the other man, and when our boss walks away he sticks his tongue out to his back. I push my hair over my shoulder and look this man over a bit closer. His dark hair reaches his shoulders and falls in soft waves around his face. He has a strong jaw lined with stubble and high cheekbones under his impossibly dark eyes. His perfect teeth are framed beautifully with full lips and a dark goatee, which only highlight the voluptuous color of his mouth.He__ wearing a dark blue button up shirt that fits loosely around his arms and chest, but the fitted dark jeans show off the chiseled lines of his thighs. He pushes his chair back slightly and stands, extending his large hand toward me. ____ Reid. Reid Townsend.__e__ tall, about 6_0_, with a smile right out of a toothpaste commercial, and when I take his hand (surely with a stupid look on my face) it__ rough from heavy use. __ice to meet you. I__ Danielle Delaney,_ I reply. __ou can call me Dani_ Or anything you__ like except DD, um, in high school some people called me Double D__ because of that name and because I have big boobs__ I cut off abruptly with a slightly choked sound, feeling the blood rush over my chest, face and ears. I__e never blurted something like that before in my life, and I especially have never blurted anything because I__ standing in front of a beautiful guy____ the player, not the played.
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Mr. Townsend quirks a brow at the other man, and when our boss walks away he sticks his tongue out to his back. I push my hair over my shoulder and look this man over a bit closer. His dark hair reaches his shoulders and falls in soft waves around his face. He has a strong jaw lined with stubble and high cheekbones under his impossibly dark eyes. His perfect teeth are framed beautifully with full lips and a dark goatee, which only highlight the voluptuous color of his mouth.He__ wearing a dark blue button up shirt that fits loosely around his arms and chest, but the fitted dark jeans show off the chiseled lines of his thighs. He pushes his chair back slightly and stands, extending his large hand toward me. ____ Reid. Reid Townsend.__e__ tall, about 6_0_, with a smile right out of a toothpaste commercial, and when I take his hand (surely with a stupid look on my face) it__ rough from heavy use. __ice to meet you. I__ Danielle Delaney,_ I reply. __ou can call me Dani_ Or anything you__ like except DD, um, in high school some people called me Double D__ because of that name and because I have big boobs__ I cut off abruptly with a slightly choked sound, feeling the blood rush over my chest, face and ears. I__e never blurted something like that before in my life, and I especially have never blurted anything because I__ standing in front of a beautiful guy____ the player, not the played.
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