.... "Matt darlin' ..." "I thought you'd never get here! A girl can only wait so long you know ..." Matt grins shyly. Ginger leads him up the stairs and into her rrom. Percy sits in the parlour, his hands behind his hand and smoking a cigar. "God. a guy could get to like this place." He said, his teeth clenched on the cigar. Gemma slipped down the stairs without a sound. Her last customer still dozed in her room, so she had a little while to waste in the parlour. Flirting was one of her favorite pastimes. It often led to a busy evening. She saw Percy lounging in the corner, his eyes closed and a ring of smoke swirling around his head. He was such a handsome man, Gemma always found just looking at him a pleasure. She imagined the chest beneath the starched shirt. She had been lucky enough to tempt him into her bed a time or two, though he seemed to be very choosy. |