I Love a Man with a Plan — Especially If It Ends with Less Clothing"
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She spotted him across the lounge — confident, composed, and clearly used to getting his way.
Their eyes met like magnets, and she didn’t look away.
He approached with a smooth, “So, what brings you here tonight?”
She smiled. “Hopefully… trouble.”
Drinks turned into dinner.
Dinner turned into a rooftop walk under stars.
He talked dreams, goals — that dangerous mix of depth and charm.
She leaned in, curious and craving.
“You always this calculated?” she teased.
He grinned. “I like having a plan.”
She raised a brow. “And does your plan…”
She traced a finger along his wrist,
“…involve fewer clothes?”
He didn’t blink. “Eventually.”
She laughed — low, sultry, intrigued.
“I love a man with a plan,” she whispered,
“Especially if it ends with less clothing.”
The night smiled with them,
As the plan… unfolded perfectly.
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