Page 69 of Iris

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I look across at her as she get the message and she seems to light up, snapping to attention.

Iris

Are you trying to write yourself in for a dance? She sends. Because I’ve got very strict standards.

So I see.But I don’t send that.

Like what?

Iris

Dark, empty rooms. Moonlight to dance by. The rhythm of heartbeats and breaths to sway to.

Fuck, the girl’s even hotter. I’m not actually sure how to respond.

She’s a world away from Tamara. This one’s a universe of her own.

I’m going to need a cigarette when this is done.

Noted.

Iris

You asking?

Your dance card seems full.

I can see her huff out a breath.

Iris

Jerome? Hardly. Are you scared, Mr. Scarsby?

Are you ready, cupcake?

She glances down at her dress.

Iris

Very funny. But are you ready?

I’m always ready. Is that a yes?

Iris

That’s a TBA.

Mysterious.

I smile.

You look like a cake.

She smiles, too.

Delicious but overdecorated.

That has her glancing around before settling her gaze back on me.

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