The sound of high heels clacking came from the doorway, and Julian Carter's face grew even darker. No need to guess, he already knew who had arrived. Seriously, was she so desperate for a man that she'd come looking for him? Just hearing the report from the secretariat below almost made his face turn green, yet he couldn't refuse. After all, he owed her a night.
The door was pushed open, and the little vixen stood brightly there, wearing twelve-centimeter high heels, swaying her slender waist as she walked over. Her long legs were wrapped in black stockings that looked smooth and sheer, creating an urge to tear them open. Damn, he composed himself and stood up. "Miss Bell, please have a seat. Tea or coffee?"
:"I want to drink alcohol," the little vixen bat her eyes, looking sad.
