Starlyn sat down, keeping her gaze focused on Micki, which in turn made Micki's usual cool demeanor seem like she was a bumbling idiot. Micki set the salads and bread on the table and poured two more glasses of wine. She smiled at Micki as she daintily brought her fork to her lips.
Micki stared down at her own plate and tried to avoid those hauntingly beautiful eyes. She felt something brush against her leg and almost dropped her fork. Starlyn had removed one of her heels and her stocking clad foot had brushed against Micki's leg.
"I'm sorry," Starlyn said.
"That's okay," Micki quietly answered, wondering if it really was an accident. The heat from Starlyn's foot lingered long after she removed it.
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