She was wearing a black dress with a narrow, plunging neckline that ended below her breasts. The dress wasn’t tight, but it clung to her, accentuating her waist and the curve of her hips. The skirt was long and loose around her legs. When she stepped forward to greet him, he noticed a slit on the side that reached to the top of her thigh. On another woman, the dress would have been blatantly seductive. Felina wore it artlessly, neither flaunting herself nor showing any hint of self-consciousness.
“I’m glad you came.” She said it as though there had been some question about whether he would.
“Of course I came. You look lovely this evening.” He was glad he had opted for a button-down shirt instead of a tee-shirt with his jeans.
She smiled as if the compliment pleased her but didn’t respon
