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I sat across from Karoline in the dimly lit French restaurant, candlelight dancing on her blonde hair and the curve of her smile. She wore a sleek black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Her fingers brushed mine as we shared oysters, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You know," she whispered, leaning closer, "this is far more enjoyable than any briefing."
I traced her wrist lightly. "And far more private."
She bit her lip, playful. Under the table, her foot slid along my calf-slow, teasing-sending heat through me.
Across the room, AOC sat at a corner table with colleagues, her red lipstick sharp, gaze fixed on us. She frowned, then stood abruptly, approaching with forced casualness.
"Karoline, fancy seeing you here," AOC said, voice edged. "Discussing policy over dinner?"
Karoline's hand found my thigh, squeezing. "Just enjoying the evening, Alexandria. Care to join?"
AOC's eyes narrowed at our closeness. "No, thank you." She lingered a moment, glaring, then retreated.
Karoline laughed softly against my ear. "Jealousy looks good on no one."
I pulled her closer, our lips meeting in a slow, hungry kiss-naughty promise amid the fine china.
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>look over my shoulder to urgently gesture to the waiter for my check
>turn around to find Karoline slumped over table
>raped to death by pakis