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In her life, a lady of Faye Owen's caliber had never so pleadingly begged anyone other than her father. Even though they were alone, it was because deep down, she was really beginning to see Yves King as one of her own.
"Extra requirements?" Yves King squinted his eyes, stroking his chin with a teasing smile, "Tell me, what kind of extra services can you provide?" And with that, he began to unabashedly scan her up and down with an ambiguous gaze.
His gaze made Faye Owen somewhat uncomfortable. Without a reason, she felt like he was examining his spoils of war, a shiver ran down her curvaceous and slender figure causing it to subtly quiver.
"Hey, hey, don't look around with your eyes like that!" Faye Owen flirtatiously reprimanded. Her near-perfect, goddess-like face flushed, spreading to her cheeks. She grew flustered and stomped her foot frustratedly, shyly chiding him.