Rosalie was grateful for the distraction as she easily set about grinding his requested roots down. Preparing the ingredients for her various potions was amongst Rosalie's favorite aspects of her job, and she sometimes wondered why she hadn't gone into strictly potioneering herself. (The answer was always glaringly obvious in that there wasn't enough strict discipline to adhere to at a time when she needed something to follow.)

She had gotten several roots prepared when he finally finished adding the hairs, and she returned his grin with a smile of her own. "Anything is a dangerous proposition." Rosalie answered with her brow raised. The last time she was here he'd had his hand up her skirt, and she was keen on exploring those same sensations without her skirts.

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