The hair on the back of Kurtis’ neck stood up. His shoulders tensed, and his body moved into a defensive posture. Another thrall? Or something more sinister?
The air around him moved, and he caught the faint whiff of spicy perfume. Dee. His face curled into a disgusted scowl. What does she want now? She materialized in front of him, one eyebrow raised in an enticing invitation. She looked him over, giving him a thorough inspection that caused him to flinch. Showing weakness was not an option. He knew better. Planting his feet at hip-width, he crossed his arms over his midriff and plastered a look of indifference on his face.
Taking her time, she sauntered toward him. The V-neckline of her red dress dipped scandalously low. His breath hitched, from a conflicting mix of shock and lust, as his eyes followed every deliberate sway of her hips. He wrestled to regain control.
Something about Dee wrecks me on every level.