Detective Miller was a more than competent P.I. but like everyone he had his price.
As she perched on the desk in front of him, Lina noticed his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallowed hard.
One stilletto placed on the arm of his chair, the other heel stabbed to the seat, mere inches from his balls as she ghosted the sole over his crotch.
The man had a serious kink for shoes, but his darling wife always chose “sensible” footwear. He would never cheat on her, that wasn’t his style … but he did enjoy meeting his more subversive needs, offering privileged information in return.
Lina had need of that favour.
“So Paul…” she tipped her ankle, easing the ball of her foot a hairsbreadth forward. “Do you have what I require?”
20/11/17
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