Adrian?

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Eight o'clock on the dot.

Usually, Allie liked to make her men wait. She'd let them linger in the hall as she flip flopped between kitten heals and stilettos, or just plain let them sit there while she basked in their suffering. This time, however, Allie had been earlyYes, Great Britain, miracles can happen

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Allie's eyes widened, watching as the smoldering sleeve repaired itself. He certainly knew how to make an entrance.

"What?" she forced a laugh from her rose painted lips, hoping she'd made it sound like her natural, bubbly self, "Don't be silly. I just got here."

She gracefully descended the stairs, kitten heals lightly tapping against the stone as she did. She stopped on the last one, lingering against the railing.

"Fresh out of work?"

Not that the flames had given him away or anything.

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Her cheek burned from where his lips had touched it, and Allie knew the tell tale pink colour was flooding through her cheeks. She laughed, looking down at her shoes with a dainty little smile.

At the question, her eyes shot up to his. Shite. Somehow during the hair, the lip gloss, the perfume, and the parade of dresses Allie had let time most important part of the night slip her mind.

They had no place to go.

"I-" she swallowed, looking over her shoulder as if a restaurant would just spring up out of nowhere, "I- uh.."

Her mind was racing. Allie had done her very best to disassociate herself with the small university town, and apparently had done too good of a job. Not one pub, restaurant, or even dive came to mind. It wasn't like she was at home, where--

Her eyes lit up. Home.

She whipped her head back to face Adrian, grinning like an idiot. "I know a place."