She was wearing black tights and a black turtle neck this time. It was a very different look from the red dress at the bar, but her signature red lips remained.
"What the f**k just happened?" I asked.
"Delia has a morbid fear of blood." She replied.
There was something about her icy blue eyes. I didn't know if it was the light in the reception or her discomfort with Delia's reaction to me, but she looked like she was alarmed. There was no expression on the rest of her face, just the eyes.
"Why don't we step outside so Delia can recover?" She continued, leading me back towards the front door.
"How the f**k did she move so fast?" I wondered, walking out of the reception as briskly as I could manage.
It wouldn't help my bad boy persona to look scared in front of a target p***y.
I walke
