She pulled a second phone from her dress—a burner, untraceable—and dialed a number she’d memorized years ago.
She walked toward him, slow, deliberate. The silk of her dress whispered against her thighs. She stopped inches away, close enough that he could smell her perfume—jasmine and something metallic, like ozone before a lightning strike. Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-
He turned his back on her—the ultimate disrespect—and walked toward the door. She pulled a second phone from her dress—a
Lisa Ann looked at the closed door where Lex had stood. Lex Vs. Lisa Ann -Evil Angel-