Scarlett's face burnt a deep red and her shoulders tightened. She would never admit it, but after her one (and only) night stand with the beautiful hitwizard, she had felt a lightness she'd never experienced before. Whether it was the romantic essence of the night or the physical part---Scarlett could never be sure.
But Devon saying that the relief of---frustrations might----help her play...better then...If Scarlett had feathers, she would be ruffling them right about now.
"Is that true?" she whispered quickly, quirking her head to the side and unable to look Devon in the eye. "Does it really---I mean to say---if you know someone I'd find suitable----"
If her face could get any hotter, she could boil a cauldron on her forehead.
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