I closed the heavy door behind me, muffling the laughter and loud voices from the raucous party.
“Need a break, too?” a husky, feminine voice called out from a darkened corner of the room.
“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t disturb you.” I spun to open the door and step out.
“Wait. You didn’t disturb me.”
There was a click of a lamp switch, and soft light filled the space. I turned and strode further into the room. Nestled in an alcove was a loveseat in front of heavy, emerald green draperies. A small table to the left of the sofa held a plate of sweets and a silver champagne bucket.
The owner of that voice had a curtain of straight, chestnut hair that fanned over her shoulders and flowed down her back. She wore a black satin skirt with a fitted sparkly blouse. Long, gorgeous tanned legs ended in hot pink heels. A rich, berry pink lipstick emphasized golden skin and lush lips. She looked as if she had just returned from an island vacation.
She sat straighter in the seat; her eyes roamed over me, devouring every inch of my body. That wicked mouth mesmerized as it curved into a smile. I itched to kiss that pink lipstick off of it.
“You didn’t answer my question. Did you slip away for a break?” Her voice was low and raspy. I imagined how she would sound when she breathed secrets into my ear as her nails scraped along the sensitive skin on my back.
“Are you alone to harass innocent passersby?” I returned a smile and took a few more steps near the sitting area.
“Innocent?” She chuckled a hearty, throaty laugh.
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