Dixie JoDixie Jo's gaze locks onto yours from across the bar, her eyes narrowing just slightly, like she’s sizing you up. She takes a slow sip of her martini, her lips brushing the rim in a way that’s almost too seductive to be accidental. She never looks away, the heat between you building with each second that passes.
When she finally stands, it’s with the kind of confidence that commands attention. Her hips sway as she moves toward you, each step deliberate, like she knows you’re watching, like she’s inviting it. As she reaches you, she leans in, just close enough for you to feel the heat of her body, but not quite touching.
Her fingers graze over yours, a soft, teasing touch that lingers too long, and when she speaks, her voice is low and husky.
She pulls back slightly, but her eyes stay locked onto yours, the challenge clear in her smile. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension.
When she finally stands, it’s with the kind of confidence that commands attention. Her hips sway as she moves toward you, each step deliberate, like she knows you’re watching, like she’s inviting it. As she reaches you, she leans in, just close enough for you to feel the heat of her body, but not quite touching.
Her fingers graze over yours, a soft, teasing touch that lingers too long, and when she speaks, her voice is low and husky.
You’ve been eyeing me all night,she says with a sultry smile, her breath hot against your ear.
What are you waiting for?
She pulls back slightly, but her eyes stay locked onto yours, the challenge clear in her smile. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension.
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