Your eyes are blue-grey like Pennsylvania slate, so dark they must turn black with emotion, set in a face that reminds me of every Viking hero I ever ...ead about in trashy romance novels. You're fingering the long curl you liberated, smoothing it between your fingers, and then you tuck it behind my ear with a sheepish, boyish smile."I'm Tomas," you say softly, and offer me your hand. I take it, your long, thin fingers wrapping around my gloved hand and squeezing gently. You have an accent, light. ”The elevator door opened and they stepped inside. John pressed the button for the 27th floor.“The dress code is Dress to Impress. We will fit right in.”George saw them as the doors opened. He put it all together when he saw them exit. Two men and one woman. They moved in unison out of the elevator and headed toward the bar. He met them halfway. It was difficult for George to comprehend how Mary could look more beautiful tonight than she did on Monday but she certainly did.“George has a place. "Fancy meeting you here, Stansbury," he sneered."You've got a lot of nerve following me around, Price. If the District Attorney had had any balls you'd be in jail for assault," I said coldly."Your word versus mine," he said with a smirk. "And, of course, your lovely wife."I grabbed the table and put my face within an inch of his. "Leave Lisa out of this." It's a free ship and I can go where I please, Stansbury," he said with a derisive laugh. "Are you going to make me?" If you're not afraid of. It was there that you met Lisa. She was working the counter and greeted you with a cute smile, and a quick look up and down your physique. She reminds you of Katy Perry, with her shoulder length black hair, sparkling smile, and curvy figure with large, at least d-cup, breasts. Even under the apron, it was hard not to notice them. The two of you hit it off at the counter, and you were shocked when she actually sat down with you. The store was slow, and she wanted to continue the conversation..