Leslie stepped in front of the mirror, unfastening the top button of her purple shirt dress. Then she reached up, touched her neck gently, and gave it a couple of presses. The slightly flushed marks left behind looked suspiciously like something else.
She buttoned up again, but the marks peeked out just enough to be noticeable-subtle, but suggestive.
And with her fair complexion, those marks stood out like neon signs.
She walked out and, sure enough, found Broderick waiting.
Leslie smiled brightly, her eyes crinkling, and grabbed his hand. "Ricky, let's head downstairs."
Broderick's gaze paused for a few seconds on her neck, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
Catching that look, Leslie grinned even wider, an almost teasing gleam in her eye as she leaned in and murmured
