It's just four months into our marriage and things have changed.
I'm back to Underflex, dressed in my sexy, short black dress.
Out to seduce.
I want to get laid tonight by a sexy, dark stranger. It's my latest craving and I've decided tonight is the night.
Ice clings against my glass as I swirl the amber liquid in it, my hooded gaze scanning the bar, not paying attention to the naked dancers in the cages.
It was a good thing I was scanning because my eyes caught the perfect stranger. He also sat alone, perhaps drinking exactly what I was drinking. His smouldering gaze traipsed over my upper body, the only thing he could see since I was sitting down.
I can recognise the interest in his eyes and I don't hide mine. I slide out my tongue and slowly lick my upper lip in sensual invitation and look at him through my long lashes.
