“Mr. Evans, you smell so familiar. Have we met before?” she asked, her eyes watery and glazed, her lips slightly pouting. She was so tempting that Dave struggled to resist the urge to kiss her.

“And how did you know about the birthmark on my neck?” she slurred.

Dave’s expression darkened. He looked into her doe-like eyes and leaned in close to whisper in her ear.

“Because I saw it myself.”

He had seen every part of her body before.

“It’s so ...