C32 Thirty Two

Nicole Vargas

I looked at the Russian model in front of me. Her eyes roaming over my body and stopped when it reached my angry eyes.

"Veronika." I stated as I gave her a skeptical look.

"Can I come inside?" She asked, smiling tightly at me. She wore a dark green dress with spaghetti straps with five inch killer heels. She literally towered over me like a giant ogre