His shirt was damp with sweat and vaguely sticky to the touch. Even the dim light of the stairwell blinded her for a moment and she blinked several times before focusing on Jack…
…Who was standing in front of her with his hand raised, the fingers glistening with her moisture. Indian sex The floor manager explained, as he walked Lin to her post, that he wasn’t planning to stay any longer than it took to find another job. Because she hadn’t been wearing anything red at the time. Jack let her stand there, still trapped inside her dress, for a long moment, and though he said nothing Lin could feel his gaze on her, and she wished her body was more voluptuous and pleasing. It was there, just after wishing her good night, that he leaned forward and with a mischievous glint in his eye said softly, “Red is a good color for you,” before turning and heading off down the sidewalk.
