Сердце ангела. За кроваво-красной дверью

“Be strong. Be bold. Know the urge to attack as well as the wisdom of retreat. When opportunity comes, seize it, as a lion seizes the fawn. Tear success out of defeat; rip it free; devour it. You are the most dangerous beast on the planet. What is there to be afraid of?”

“I am not one woman, but many. Just as you are more than one man.” “Is that voodoo?” “That’s common sense.”

“My number’s in the book if you need me.” I wasn’t about to hand my business card over to another potential corpse.

“He the butler?” I asked. “Benson is my private secretary. That’s a butler with brains.”

Her innocent expression bore no resemblance to the ecstatic grimace masking her features when she arched howling beneath me like a tigress.

Her teacup breasts rose and fell with the gentle movement of her breathing, nipples like chocolate candy kisses in the candlelight.

We spent the afternoon like naked children, laughing, taking showers, raiding the icebox, conversing with the gods.

It’s usually some badass makes a young girl’s heart beat faster.

“I love high ceilings,” she said, draping her coat over the back of the couch. “They make you feel important.”

“The homicide boys like to leave out certain details so they have some way to judge all the crackpot confessions that come in.”