This is a clip of a tale I’m working on with the brilliant and very talented Pachet Burson. She’s a new author in the game. Once you read her work, I guarantee you will not forget her. 🙂
“What have I done?” I stared at my phone, chuckling as I made my way down the hall. My stride was unhurried, even though every nerve in my body vibrated in eagerness of my impending rendezvous. I wanted to run, but I kept it cool.
A brunette sashayed in my direction as I headed for the bank of elevators. A thigh-high dress hugged her lean curves; six-inch pumps made her claves look kissable.
Pressing the up button with my thumb, I winked at her.
The clack of her heels on the tiled marble floor slowed, her smile widened and her bright blue eyes glimmered in what many would call pure lust. By her strut alone, I could tell those panties were soaking wet, if she were wearing any at all. She looked like the type who went commando every now and then.
I inhaled deeply, imagining her ripe scent beneath the expensive perfume.
“Hi, Mr. Devarati,” she breathed out on a sigh that lingered like a moan. “I’m wondering if you have a moment…”
“Not today, darling.” Smiling at her, I stepped onto the elevator. On any other day, I would’ve invited her up to the suite just to see how wet her panties were, but I had a dangerous lady assassin waiting for me.
Or at least, I hoped.
Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013
The passage I’m writing today is of a darker nature. It’s for a steampunk story, one I have yet to name.
I’m inspired by the song Get Along with You by Kelis