C91 Striptease 2

She knew he loved her hair. He had told her that the first time she’d met him—he’d said it was the colour of the setting sun before the night sky swallowed it up, whole. And when he had said it, he had looked as if he would like to swallow her up whole.

Hadn’t it been his almost poetic way with words which had disarmed her just as much as the dark, good looks and the hard