ask for it by name Light…lotsa’ cream and sugah,’ she requested, batting her black, half-inch lashes at me. This woman knows exactly what she’s doing, I thought, which I’d sensed weeks earlier. She had her hair cut short, with large, one-inch ringlets, frosted with a blonde color at their tips. Her mocha complexion was delectable, covering rather wide cheek bones, an aquiline nose and vulpine jaw, with dimples in her cheeks. Her lips peeled back like pieces of the ripest, moist fruit, and her light hazel eyes.Read More
