Private Eye (2 of 8)
Added 2021-10-17 14:01:01 +0000 UTCShe regarded me coolly with those emerald eyes. Uncrossing her legs, she wiggled the reinforced toes of her pantyhose as she squeezed her slender feet back into those designer heels.
Taking the drink I proffered her, she got up from the couch and walked over to my desk. Placing her drink down, she turned to face me. With one hand on a slender hip, she stared at me with all the cool confidence of a jazzy cat. The gloss of her lips caught in the city lights streaming in through the blinds, and her swollen chest fought against an office shirt missing one too many buttons. Christ, I needed to get a fan in this place.
"I'm told you're somebody who finds things?" She let the question hang there in the air with her lilting voice.
