Natasha Jackson

this over with already. I'm sure you look..." I begin to shout, only to find the words caught in my throat as you appear in the doorway. A mischievous grin plays upon your lips as you see my reaction to your sudden appearance. I can't tear my eyes off you. Clad only in a strapless little black dress that borders the line of decency and a pair of black heels, you look like a wet dream come true. Your hair falls straight around your face, tickling your shoulder blades and accenting your darkly made up eyes and full red lips. Your perfume leaves