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I can't stop from watching him. He is so confident in everything he says and does. Well, they all are actually. I have never seen such confident men. All of them are very alpha men.

My first oyster slides down easily. It’s a taste that is not unpleasant, but I'm not sure that I would order this if I were alone.

"Be careful with those, Alyssa. You know that oysters are an aphrodisiac, right?" Noah asks, his voice whimsical and teasing.

I nod. Of course I know that."You four have wonderful taste. I guess a little time away from all the hard work is needed, right?" I ask, but I don't expect a response. I am trying to open the doors to a conversation about their newest perfume, though.

Ethan looks at me and shakes his head. "All work and no play makes for very boring men–and well, women, too. Are you enjoying yourself, Alyssa?"

Of course, I am. How could I not in the presence of such attentive and attractive men? Plus, we are the only ones here except for the staff. That right there has me tingling.

As the night goes on, the next course is brought to the table. It seems they thought of everything.

Steak and lobster are placed in front of me. It takes me a moment to register all of this. I'm used to fine dining, but this is more than that. I've heard through whispers that the chef tonight is the best in the country.

"You've all chosen very well for me. I love lobster."

As he places his napkin on his lap, Sean looks up with a cocky grin. "What, did you think we would feed you a happy meal?"

Everyone at the table erupts into laughter. Of course, I know better than that, but still, this meal is impressive.

"Well, I am not opposed to junk food from time to time, but I would never choose it over steak," I say with a smile.

I dip the lobster in the butter and feel like they are all watching me. A glance solidifies that thought. All four men watch as the fork slides between my lips.

Is it inappropriate to moan over food? If so, I have no shame.

"Oh my God!"

My eyes close for a moment to fully bask in the perfection that rests on my tongue. This food is the best I have ever had.

Through this all, I haven't spoken of the perfume.

What's wrong with me? I am here to do a job, not to enjoy spending time with four handsome men. I can't seem to focus on anything but pleasure around them. Is this me or the perfume?

We engage in small talk during the dinner, and I am learning so much about each one of them. All four of these men have lovely personalities. I'm slowly becoming addicted.

The waitress appears from the back to ask if we are ready for dessert. They tell her to bring it in five minutes.

"I don't know if I can eat anything else. I've blown my whole diet already tonight."

I am not really on a diet, but that's what girls say when they have overeaten.

Ethan shakes his head. "Oh, you can't miss dessert, and your figure is perfect. We've all noticed."

I blush a shade of crimson red. I know all of them have. I masturbated in front of twelve men, but I didn't realize they were watching. Would I have changed that if I did know? Probably not.

"All right, I give in. Feed me!"

That sounds so dirty. I am over thinking things. Before I met the men of True love, I was sexually reserved, but no more. I am a deviant seductress and loving every minute of it.

The server brings in a dessert of baked Alaska, but just one.

Each of the men grabs a spoon and takes turns feeding me this delectable dessert. I have never had this happen to me before.

"Open wide, Alyssa," says Ford.

My eyes widen, opening my mouth, but he pulls back and takes the bite himself.

I shake my head at him. "You're a tease, Ford!"

All four of them look at me and wink.

I suddenly think I might be in trouble tonight!

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