All of a sudden the kitchen lights seemed glaringly harsh to Amanda. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Well, she should. She was sitting buck-naked on the kitchen counter just having had wild sex with a cop.
Damn. She pushed herself off the smooth counter and gathered her clothes. She made a mental note to bleach the counter in the morning.
Hell, she should just have them replaced.
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