Trixy
Sleep Walk’s lyrics never sounded so lovely to Tessa as the words spilled from her red, glossy lips while she changed into her nightgown.
As a knock came on the door, she skipped through the apartment and hopped up the stair to the door. When she found the black-haired beauty on the other side when she opened it, her breath hitched and she fell against the doorway. “Damn.”
With the darkest eyes and skin the color of Autumn leaves as they dropped to the ground, she swayed back and forth in her red heels. “Miss Mason?”
A hand motioned inside, and the witch backed away from the door to let her through. “Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.”
Her gold raincoat shook down her arms as she looked over the apartment, and Tessa headed to the bar. “Would you like a drink, dear?”
The prostitute slid her hands over the smooth, leathery sofa as she leaned back into the cushion. “Thank you, yes. This is quite a lovely place. What do you do exactly?”