Widened amber eyes were staring, and he knew he had been caught.
A self-satisfied grin spread across glossy lips as she leaned her weight on her left heel. Giving another full-body pivot, sultry eyes met him dead on. "So, think my date would like it?"
Leaning back on the couch, he reviewed his assessment with a growing smirk. The fitted dress hiked slightly up her thigh, exposing long shapely legs. Raven locks flowed naturally to frame her modestly done-up face, and he found it suited her well.
"I'd say, if looks could kill…"
"Then I'd have your name," she finished.
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Words: 100
Posted: April 10, 2020
A/N: His name – The Killing Perfection.