Four Greasy Fingermarks
Her fingers toyed with the napkin, damn near mangling it beyond repair. Angela ,she thought to herself, a sultry name to match a gorgeous woman. A little shaken from the encounter, Victoria had tucked the napkin away for the entirety of her work trip to Paris. When she landed back in England however, she could barely stop thinking about the number and how desperately she wanted to reach out. Victoria had called the number days later. Her heart nearly beating out of her chest, her voice shook a bit as she called the tantalizing young bartender. Images of her plump lips being pulled across her teeth into a warm smile flashed through Victoria’s mind as the phone rang.
