“The whisky is for you, Harry! There"s also your Dunhill cigarettes in the box. I"ve changed my brand,” she announced, smilingly adding, “I"m a filthy rich girl now able to afford them. And I no longer play games for the CIA.”
She was wearing a vertically striped black and white chiffon dress that sensually clung to her full curvy figure. It started at her long neck, finishing just above her black stiletto shoes. Her pure blonde hair was pinned close to her perfectly shaped head, and those blue shimmering eyes reflected the light from floor to ceiling windows. She was as if a contrast to the life size painting of a very provocative nude that she stood to the side of. My eyes were fixed in only one direction, and that wasn"t on the outside view, nor the understudy hanging on the wall.
“Ru
