Stefano
“Who kicked your puppy?”
I didn’t even look up from my drink as the woman slid into the stool next to me.
“I’m not in the mood Denny.” And I really wasn’t.
“If you weren’t in the mood , then why did you message me and drag me out of my bed in the middle of the night.” Her red painted nails clinked against the bar. Drawing my attention to them. Finally I let my eyes wander up to her made up face.
“ You weren’t in bed bed Denny.” I let my eyes skim over her. The sequinned skirt, the artfully ripped T-shirt.
If she had been in bed I was the pope.
“Ok, you got me. I was celebrating a job well done.” She grinned , her unnaturally full lips parting.
“Don’t you always do your job well?” I turned back to my drink.
“Of course which is why I am always celebrating.” Her nails
