Made For Sin
There she was again. Why did she keep looking at me that way? I saw her earlier at the airport, she was gorgeous. She had blonde hair which was pulled back in a stylish chignon, blue eyes that shined, long toned legs that made my head spin and mouth water, and a mouth made for sin. She was everything that I wanted and nothing that I needed on this trip. ‘You’re tired Renee, leave it alone,’ I thought as I pranced my way toward the concierge of the posh resort. ‘You have a reservation for...