I could hear the clicking of her heels on the wooden floor as she crossed the passage to my office before she even knocked.
I had my eyes closed, nursing a whiskey and I thought I'd pretend to be not around.
I was tired of the game and yet the bills were piling up. I had to get my ass out of the couch and do some work.
I tell her its open and she enters wearing a red dress hugging her figure. A wet black umbrella on one hand and a lit cigarette on the other.
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I look deep into her green eyes and knew she was trouble six ways into Sunday.
Did I even want to know what the case is now?
She smiled and I was entranced. She knew that she had me.
I could smell the faint scent of her perfume and I wanted more.
This is why the devil wears red...