Coming October 8th!
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Suity was
probably in his mid-forties with a couple streaks of gray in his dark
hair. His tie was halfway undone,
hanging loosely around his neck. A couple of buttons were missing from his
shirt. He ran a hand through his hair.
His gaze was unfocused, and he swayed on his feet.
What the hell had happened to him in there?
And then the
reason for his disheveled appearance, walked out as well.
Flash stopped in his tracks. No wonder the guy is wrecked.
She wore a black
pair of stiletto heels, thigh highs, a short leather mini skirt, which hugged
her curvaceous ass. Her large breasts
were barely covered by a red silk blouse, which was undone all the way down to
her navel, exposing her black lacy bra.
Damn. She’s
an innie.
“I’ll see you next week, Tom.” Her voice was low and
throaty. Before Suity could respond,
grabbed him by the neck tie, and tugged him down, so she could press a kiss to
the corner of his mouth.
Lucky bastard.
Flash knew he should complete his round, but he
couldn’t take his eyes off her. It’s like he was mesmerized, feet rooted to the
spot.
“Yes, ma’am, you
will.” With a murmured farewell, Suity
stumbled down the hallway.
And then she
turned her gaze on him.
The siren had long, black hair, which cascaded
around her slim shoulders, a crimson mouth, and she watched him with an arched
brow. He couldn’t be sure, but Flash thought she might be silently laughing at
him.
She was so
magnetic, Flash hadn’t even realized he was standing there gaping at her, like
a fool. He promptly closed his mouth and put on his customary stern, I’m a Navy SEAL expression.
The
siren took him in, starting at the top of his head, and went all the way down
to his boots. Her gaze missed
nothing. Flash had never been so boldly
assessed by a woman.
“You’re with the new security firm, aren’t
you?”
“Do I look like a
security guard?”
“Let’s see.” She
squinted at him. “Your hair’s clipped short, no beard. You’re fit, muscled,
with an air of authority. The clothing is neatly pressed, and I can see my face
in your shoes, they’re so shiny.”
Flash was impressed. She read people very
well.
“So, am I
right?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Flash didn’t
have a submissive bone in his body. He’d
like to blame his reply on southern manners, a lifetime of training in deportment
and gentility had been drummed into his thick head, along with a healthy a respect
for women in particular.
But that wasn’t
why he’d called her ma’am. She demanded respect. Everything about her
demeanor said bow down before me.
And fuck me if I don’t want to.
