Night striker

Sam pushed through the doors of the tall building that housed the office of baker, Baker and simmes , attorneys at laws and stood tapping her foot impatiently on the side walk. where was her driver? she was only vaguely aware of the admiring glances turned her way by men passing both foot and motorized. she had only to step into a public street at any time to receive these glance and quite often to her disgust, remark as well that Samantha denning was strikingly beautiful woman there is no doubt. she stood five feet eight inches in her slim,stockinged feet. she was very slender, with a long perfectly shaped legs and softly rounded curves exactly where they belonged.her face was perfect oval, the skin fair, with a creamy pink cheek and a short straight nose above full red lips that covered perfectly shaped white teeth. Dark brows arched gracefully over large, deep green eyes, the lid heavily fringed with long dark lashed but quite red, but more the color of the highly polished, expensive mahogany. it seemed when it hung loose, to have a will of its own. subdued now in a coil around her head, it offset perfectly the severely but expensively cut hunter green suit she wore