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"Do you not think I know what you're doing, little girl?" He asked with a wicked smirk and he walked towards me like a lion on animal planet stalking its prey, the gazelle. Although this lion was only dressed in a towel and the gazelle was in a small black two-piece swimsuit. I began to shake in my pink flip flops as he was now too close and staring down at me with an intimidating glare. The nickname he gave me didn't go unnoticed despite his intimidating state. "I told you to stop calling me that!" I said as my fist clenched as I glared up at him, but he ignored me and kept talking. "Do you remember me telling you about what would happen if you came back here, like that?" He asked as his eyes scanned me up and down. I gulped because the memory of that day was very vivid. How could I forget the day I step foot into the pool house? My legs clenched at the delicious memory of his touch. I maintained my composure and I didn't dare let my blush show as I slowly nodded at him. This made him smirk again and he motioned over to the dining room table, " Good, now go bend over that table, little girl"
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