First Shot [the...] The prospect of a romantic evening peaked and plummeted in as many breaths when Joy Leigh opened the door for Blow. She was dressed with disturbing elegance in a ruffled scarlet blouse and black silk pants which Blow had no doubt engaged her bottom with enviable intimacy. Her blonde hair shone like a wayward halo in its loose chignon, the blue eyes, wide and inviting, sparkled between tiny golden flashes that dangled from her earlobes, and her scent—he devoted one long breath just to savor it—her scent was mysterious and subtle, yet piercing. The only thing amiss was her smile. Her lips, full and strong and rouged in proud carmine, betrayed hesitation, a Mona Lisa enigma. He knew she was not shy. It was one of her charms. [...final chapter! tinyurl/o6dp2am] https://youtube/watch?v=AnDQWeyBRhc
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