The woman's sexual aura was overpowering and Charlotte stepped back, quieting the tremor in her stomach. It was written in her deep-blue eyes, across her full red mouth, and exuded from every pore of her perfectly proportioned body.Charlotte was aware of the blonde's obvious leer. I know it's an imposition but I'd be willing to pay you." The blonde laid her hand on Charlotte's slender arm. "My brother is away for a while," the statuesque woman explained.She forced a smile anyway, suspicious about what she might have to do for the help."I'm married," she told the blonde woman plainly, setting her empty glass down on the table in front of her. "Maybe someday I'll meet someone who can make me happy." Charlotte leaned back comfortably into the soft cushions of the couch and relaxed. She sighed aloud and then was startled that she had. " She gulped harder, a tremor sweeping through her groin.She blushed, her cheeks burning as the blonde turned, catching Charlotte's gaze.The same sultry smile came to the blonde's lips, revealing a hint of pearl-white teeth.
Felicia splashed scotch over the ice in liberal amounts, carried the drinks over to the coffee table and handed one to Charlotte. My favorite scotch served the way I like it, over the rocks.
Her long fingers, the nails dabbed in a brilliant red, curled around her glass of scotch.
Her other hand toyed with one of the buttons of her dress.
She was certainly the sexiest female she had ever met--not just sexy but blatantly sexy without trying, with a touch of danger thrown in to make the juices flow.
Charlotte bit her lip, forcing back the thoughts from her mind.