Adonis
“Hi, Adonis.” A feminine voice reached me as I stepped out of my Jeep. I turned to see a dark-haired woman standing right in front of me, with a very flirty smile on her face. She looked familiar.
“Hey,” I responded, an eyebrow raised. Where have I seen her before?
She giggled, twirling her hair in her finger, lashes fluttering at me. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember me, gorgeous.” She walked closer, swaying her hips in her short, tight dress as she reached up to lightly trail her fingers down my jaw. “Maybe I have too many clothes on. Will you take them off me, and let’s see if you remember?” The smirk on her face and her choice of words triggered a kind of blurry memory.
Recognition sank.
We once f****d at some hotel, in Paris. It started when we both got stuck in an elevato
