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"Really?" she interrupted, a cocky grin permeating her face, "well, maybe it's just me, but I could swear you've been staring at my feet ever since I took my shoes off." A jolt of electricity shot through me when she said that, and my hormone strangled brain snapped awake. Quickly I looked all around the dining area to see how many people had heard her statement, and how many of them were laughing their asses off at me. Luckily, I only saw two other occupied tables, neither in the immediate vicinity. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized that my secret was still safe. Now I had to come up with some way to cover things up, so that the woman stopped talking about it. Again....no such luck.