Heather lay in the bed of Leyland Rondel. He was due back any moment from his trip. She moved around the bed like a cat, trying out different poses. Half dressed in some black Italian lingerie, she oozed sex. There was champagne chilling next to the bed. The anticipation was driving her crazy. She had never felt so excited in her life. Was it the diamond theft earlier? Cheating on Andy? Or was it something about Leyland?
Right on schedule, Leyland walked into the room. He calmly set down his luggage and walked towards the bed.
"Well, this is a nice surprise," Leyland said with a smirk on his face standing at the end of the bed.
"I thought you might like it," Heather said, as she used her red colored toes to trace a path down his chest.
Leyland moved away from her foot towards the champagne. He kept his eyes glued to Heather. He still had the smirk on his face. He poured himself a glass of champagne and quickly downed it. He stared at the glass in his hand as Heather spoke to him.
"Oooh, don't be so greedy. Pour me one."
"Your right. I shouldn't be so greedy," Leyland said, as he put down his glass, "but I know somebody who has been."
Leyland's smirk had disappeared and was replaced with an angry curl of his lip. His eyes burned hate as he looked at Heather. Leyland edged closer to the bed, hovering over Heather. Heather's face turned to fear as she quickly backed away from Leyland.
"You can never trust a pretty girl," Leyland said as he reached for her.