“What is on that memory stick, if you don’t mind me asking?” She was following him back into his apartment when he asked, and realized she still clutched it. “Something I never want to see again.” — Pixie Lynn Whitfield Copy Share Image
“He looked her up and down, appreciating her little black dress and the curves it revealed, not bothering to hide his desire. He grunted. “Damn, I can’t wait to get inside.” She ogled his mouth, her eyes going half-mast, as… — R.L. Kenderson Copy Share Image
