Private Eye (5 of 8)
Added 2021-10-23 14:00:05 +0000 UTCShe had been perched upon that tired old desk like a minx on a hot summer mountain. But I could see the clarity fading in the emerald eyes of that hunting cat as she drew deep from that crystalline glass. The frosty red beverage making her glossed lips sticky and her cheeks flush.
"Everything okay, Miss Meadows?" I asked politely as I watched her pantyhose slip and slide seeking purchase as she plopped down on the surface of my desk. The empty glass rolled to a stop just shy of tumbling off the edge and shattering on the floor. Good thing, because I definitely didn't have a broom in this place.
Her legendary blonde hair melted over the side of the desk, a fire-fall out of some dreamt up Indiana Jones movie.
