Miss Douglas stepped forward in twelve-inch heels, her captivating figure swaying elegantly as she approached Skyler Jones, her tone soft as water, "Mr. Jones, did I scare you and your date?"
"Miss Douglas, you were in such a rush chasing my car. I wonder what you are up to?"
Miss Douglas placed her delicate hand on Skyler Jones's shoulder, her red lips drawing close to his ear, whispering softly, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
Faced with the intoxicating fragrance of Miss Douglas's body and the teasing breath that tickled his ear, Skyler Jones, like a man bewitched, embraced the lady's slender waist, his dreamy dark eyes looking at her, "Go on."
