“Is it too early for Scotch?” He wonders out loud.
He is about to go with the knowledge that it is always five o’clock somewhere when someone comes barging into his door without announcing themselves with a polite knock. It is Melody, who looks hot from the outside heat but her look is hotter for another reason. She wears a flame red skirt down to her knees, white sandals with narrow straps, and a frilly white blouse with lace about the bust line and a string of pearls around her neck.
“Melody, darling. This is certainly a real surprise. I didn’t realize you were game for getting out in the heat like this.”
She ignores him at first, turning around to lock the door and places her purse and car keys on a table near the exit, then says, “It’s time to pay up, asshole. You owe me a terrific
