Heather gasped and withdrew her hand, as if slapped. She turned and peered into the shadowed corner head of her, trying to pull a form from the darkness there. Slowly the thin silhouette of a woman formed and walked forward. She was fair skinned with long black hair draped over one shoulder. Dark eyes, set above thin, rounded cheekbones, gazed back at Heather with amusement and something else, something that made Heather’s stomach tighten in anticipation. The woman wore a tight black sleeveless dress that hugged her ample breasts and thin torso and flared out as it trailed to the floor. The front was slit open, revealing her thin legs and long, black, thigh-high boots. Heather followed the boots up, but she walked with small steps, one foot in front of the other, and kept the skirt from opening above the meeting of her thighs.
Heather looked back to the face of the woman as she stopped a couple of feet in front of her. The dark eyes continued to study Heather, tracing the shape of her face and body. Finally, the woman smiled.
“Olivia said you were shy, but not terrified. Do you think I’m going to bite you?”
Heather traced the curves of the woman’s thin lips and let out a small sigh. If God is good.