[Music recommendation: PIXIE-T - Deserted Island]
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A shot glass hit the glossy marble countertop once again as she downed another tequila in a single gulp.
'What number was she on now?' Gavriel wondered as he indulged her by downing one himself, letting the colourless liquid burn pleasantly down his throat.
'Third, maybe.'
His gaze remained fixed on her as she sucked on a slice of lemon, her beautiful face scrunching up slightly at the sour taste. A delicate flush had already spread across her cheeks and dusted the tip of her nose, giving her an irresistible glow that made it increasingly difficult for him to look away.
When she opened her alluring grey eyes, she turned toward him with the confidence of a natural seductress, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.
