Chapter 7

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It's the night of your dinner date with Hannibal. You can hardly wait. You've been thinking about him constantly since you saw him. You can't stop picturing his hands on your waist. Those lips at your neck. His voice, murmuring obscene pleasures in your ear. Your fingers itch to undo that pristine tie, and to unfasten his shirt one slow button at a time, revealing his muscular chest.

Also, you have heard that he is quite a good cook.

You thought you caught a flash of similar interest in you, in Hannibal's eyes. 

If you play hard to get and make Hannibal wait, turning up at 8.30 pm after having had one or two stiff whiskys to prepare yourself in the bar down the road, go to Chapter 9.

If you turn up bang on time at eight o'clock, holding some interesting artisan chocolates which you found in an out-of-the-way boutique, go to Chapter 8.

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