Chapter 13

She wore thigh high black boots exposing alabaster skin between the boots and the short skirt. The skirt was a frilly sort, Markus noted, although he couldn’t classify the type, design or style – that was something he imagined women or gay designers would be able to identify. It was a black number with shoulder straps and it contrasted nicely with her wonderfully sheer white skin. A wide white belt added stark contrast to the outfit. Although slight she had a delicious figure. She strode into the bar with a brief hesitation, stopping to look around. Markus wondered who the lucky man or woman was.

When the brunette walked towards Markus and smiled at him, he was pleased but confused. “Are you a solid citizen,” she purred.

It took a moment to register that she meant that...

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