Holt, the tall, strapping, blue eyed dreamboat looked up at me coquettishly as he sensuously slid the armband up and over his muscled arm.
Jens Berthel Askou walked past as Holt did so and, did I imagine it, let his hand linger for a delicous moment as he touched me gently on the shoulder.
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