Taylor
The Judge was waiting for me when I appeared back on deck. But not at the dining table , he was lounging back on the huge wrap around lounge chairs. His muscles arm spread out along the back , and his face in profile as he stared out at the twinkling lights of the shore.
It gave me a chance to really look at him. And not just lust after him. Classically handsome , he could have graced the cover of any high end magazine. Yet he had chosen a life of .. what ? Crime?
In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in
