What I like to affectionally call, how Alex met Zoe:
“Hey,” a soft feminine voice pulled my
eyes away from the pieces, “you got an appointment?”
I lost my words. Like they literally flew
out my head the moment my eyes landed on her.
She was short, her head reaching only to
the base of my neck—which meant she was probably not all that short since I was
six and a half feet tall. Clearly Asian, with maybe a mix of something else.
Her skin was dusky and pearlescent, almost seemed to gleam under the lights,
and every inch of her had some sort of design on it. She wasn’t exactly
covered, but she was a framework of art. Mostly shades of white, black, and
gray, with pink and red splashes of color throughout. A pink and white lotus
flower trail started at her neck and disappeared beneath the halter of her
black and white polka dotted dress.
Her bangs were razor blade straight, and
her hair hung heavy to her waist. There were even tattoos on her face, small
feminine ones. Three tiny stars rested at the corner of her big, honey colored
eyes.
I blinked, swallowing hard.
She wore a huge, red flower in her hair
and the only make-up she had on was around her eyes. Black eyeliner that turned
her already cat eyes dangerously sultry.
Dressed differently than any other girl
I’d ever seen, she wore the fifties throw back dress with rockin’ red suede
pumps.
Damn, the girl was smokin’. Every inch of
her and what I couldn’t do back in that flea-infested bathroom I felt starting
to happen here. I cleared my throat and shifted around, hoping God of Thunder
would behave himself.
By the time my eyes made
the rounds she was wearing a small smirk on her plump lips...Keep coming back for more teasers!
Happy reading,
~Marie
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