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1 " Is seven-thirty okay?”Was seven-thirty okay? Fuck yeah!“Okay, seven-thirty it is then.”“Oh shit, I said that out loud didn’t I?”“Yeah, darlin’ you did.” Dex let out his rumbling laugh again. “But something you should know, Katie.”“Yes.”“I’m just as eager to see you too.”It was at that point I did a little jig on the spot. "
― Nikki Ashton , Pelvic Flaws (An American in the UK #2)
2 " You want to see me to the door, Katie?”“What, going so soon. You don’t want the chair and ropes brought in, or the lamp to shine in his face?”“You know you’re not funny at all,” she huffed. “Now, are you going to see me out?”“No, not really. You know where it is.”She stared at me, her eyes wide.“Oh,” I exclaimed. “You want to ask me about Dex instead of questioning him. You should have said so and then I could have told you it’s none of your business, he’s only here to help with my car. "
3 " What can I do for you?”I had no idea why he’d want to speak to me, but my heart was thudding and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy.“Well,” he began. “I was wondering if you’d come to dinner with me.”“Me,” I gasped.Dex chuckled. “Yeah you, Katie.”“Are you sure you mean me?”He full on laughed. “Yeah, darlin’, I do mean you.”“I…I don’t…I’d love to. "
4 " Bloody hell,” Charlie gasped. “That’s twenty-five quid each, Isaac.”“Language.”“Shit.” Isaac blew out a breath. “A hundred quid, Mum.”“Isaac, language.”“Hey no,” Dex said, holding up a hand. “I mean a hundred each. I could use these as stencils. At this size I could pretty much charge double that, if not more, each time they’re used. Probably twice again if they have them in colour.”The three of us looked at Dex in awe. He wanted to buy my talented boy’s drawings for a hundred pounds each.“Well?” I prompted.“Fuck yeah.”“Language,” I said, barely above a whisper, still in a state of shock.“It’s a deal.” Dex grinned. “Speaking of which, I said I’d show you my designs, but I gotta be honest, I’m not sure they’re as good as these.”“Oh fuck,” I muttered.“Language,” Charlie cried.As Dex stripped off his shirt, I genuinely thought I heard a choir of angels sing and saw a shaft of light shine through the darkness outside and into my lounge.There was only one word for what I was looking at – wondrous. He could honestly market himself as a tourist attraction and sell tickets. "
5 " Have you tried lube?” Samantha asked, before shoving a huge piece of cake into her mouth. “Yeah,” Trisha added. “Dave and I swear by it, but that’s for when we’ve "