Magical Sex Potion

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The tall, muscular man took in Abigail with an appraising glare. She was a looker, no doubt about it: pretty face, dark flowing hair, athletic yet curvy build, and a set of fiery amber eyes. Joey could understand how Melvin had been sucked into a doomed relationship; any other man would probably make the same mistake faced with the likes of this woman. That was exactly what made her so dangerous.

"Melvin, we need to talk," she yelled over the banging of a drum solo as she came to a stop in front of Melvin. Her chest heaved under her white, buttoned shirt. Melvin couldn't help but think about what he was giving up if he turned her down. But then again, he was only giving up two delicious breasts, a hot body and not much else. Abigail had nothing to offer that wasn't physical.

"So talk," he replied curtly, his face not betraying any sense of emotion. He took a long sip from his beer mug and waited for Abigail to reply.

"Can't we go somewhere more private?" she said in exasperation, her brow furrowing. She wanted Melvin to give some indication that her presence had an effect on him whether good or bad, just a sign that he cared.

"Nah. Here's fine," Melvin replied. His face was unmoved, set in stone and expressionless. He knew that his indifference would frustrate Abby more than anything, and hopefully, she might give up after awhile. Unfortunately, "give up" was not in Abigail's vocabulary.

"Melvin, I know this isn't the time or the place, but... when I saw you today, I don't know how to explain it, but... you had this EFFECT on me, ya know? And I couldn't stop thinking about you. About US," Abigail said loudly, struggling to be heard over the roar of the band and the dancing crowd.

"There's no us," Melvin said, cupping his hand next to his mouth, forming a human bullhorn with his fingers. Joey watched on silently next to Melvin, noticing that Abigail's left hand stayed hidden in her purse. Strange...@@