Page 16 of Risks of Temptation
This girl is going to send me to my grave.
She's not a girl. She's a thirty-five-year-old woman.
I grab a blanket off the bed. "Let's go in the corner. I'll hold this up so you can put my T-shirt on."
"Okay. Thank you."
I want to ask her what happened that her shirt is ripped, with no buttons left. But my gut tells me I need to spend some time with her before she'll tell me.
We go to the corner of the tent. I hold up the blanket. She quickly puts on my T-shirt. It hangs to her knees and slides off her shoulder. Her blue bra strap matches her eyes. I hold myself back from slipping my finger under it and moving it down so I can kiss her creamy shoulders.
I need to stay away from this woman.
The mission is clear. Get in, get out, deliver the targets. Move forward with Gustave's plans.
She points at my goggles, which I slung over my arm. "Do your goggles really help you see in the dark?"
"Yes. I can see everything perfectly with them."
"Really?"
"Yeah. When Andre gets back, do you want to go outside with me and try them on?"
