10-28-2013, 06:29 AM
Yuri broke his stare away from Yellow Eyes long enough to glance at the pill he'd been tossed. Yeah, it was one of his -- one of the many that were now circulating the penthouse. But if he was looking for Candy, why the fuck was he giving one back? That didn't make a bit of sense. Didn't he have any clue how much some of the dicks running around here were paying for the shit?
He tossed the pill back to the guy. "You go ahead and hold onto that one. Shit's way too valuable to just give away, you know."
He arched an eyebrow. "Maybe you've come to the right place. And maybe anyone can find what they're looking for if the price is right."
A voice interrupted from one side. A deep, silky, very sexy woman's voice. "¿Qué más?" What was that, Italian? Yuri turned and saw her. Wrapped in a coppery dress and creamy skin, curves and more...just one glance turned his mouth dry. And with the power swimming through her, every hair on her perfect head stood out as it shimmered down her shoulders, and the subtle scent she wore...Oh, what he'd love to do with her if he got her alone. Thoughts of his moment with Mudak's mistress Felicia didn't even begin to tell the story.
He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as far as he could with her there. She looked like a high-class dame, used to getting stares and guys dropping diamonds at her feet and shit. Red light perv bullshit wouldn't work with someone like her. He'd have to be smooth. Maybe she had a thing for bad boys from the street.
Yuri flashed her a smile and offered a hand to her. "I'm Yuri. And I'm shocked I didn't notice you here before. It's like seeing the sun come out from behind the clouds."
Yeah. That was smooth all right.
He tossed the pill back to the guy. "You go ahead and hold onto that one. Shit's way too valuable to just give away, you know."
He arched an eyebrow. "Maybe you've come to the right place. And maybe anyone can find what they're looking for if the price is right."
A voice interrupted from one side. A deep, silky, very sexy woman's voice. "¿Qué más?" What was that, Italian? Yuri turned and saw her. Wrapped in a coppery dress and creamy skin, curves and more...just one glance turned his mouth dry. And with the power swimming through her, every hair on her perfect head stood out as it shimmered down her shoulders, and the subtle scent she wore...Oh, what he'd love to do with her if he got her alone. Thoughts of his moment with Mudak's mistress Felicia didn't even begin to tell the story.
He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as far as he could with her there. She looked like a high-class dame, used to getting stares and guys dropping diamonds at her feet and shit. Red light perv bullshit wouldn't work with someone like her. He'd have to be smooth. Maybe she had a thing for bad boys from the street.
Yuri flashed her a smile and offered a hand to her. "I'm Yuri. And I'm shocked I didn't notice you here before. It's like seeing the sun come out from behind the clouds."
Yeah. That was smooth all right.