Prompt: Dance
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He didn't like having to dance around his mate and go behind her back when it came to his… less than savory dealings, but it was unavoidable. She wouldn't approve, and he didn't want her to disapprove, so keeping it a secret was obviously his only choice.
Even knowing that, he couldn't help disdaining having to lie to her. Especially since she so readily believed everything he said.
She looked at him, crestfallen. "You have to work late again? But… I thought you guys had already taken care of all the backlogged work."
"Something else has occurred."
"Okay. Work hard."
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This guy is something else…
T.N.T!