Dame liked knives – that’s how I knew she was different. And her curves were dynamite, just waiting to go off. I could hear the timer ticking away in my head.
Tall, blonde, blue eyes. She was none of those things, but tell her that any of that made her less of a woman, and she’d give you an Enzo Angiolini enema. Not one of those half-inch pump deals either. No. Full-on high-heel – up – the – kiester.
Usually dames don’t kick this much ass, and I gotta say I was a little intimidated. But I wasn’t about to let her ruffle my feathers and compromise my calm, cool exterior. It wasn’t easy – just looking at her made me feel like I’d been hit with a soft-tipped slug from a snub-nosed .38.
Her voice brought me back from my reverie. “Are you saying I don’t rate a .45?”
Damn… I hate it when I talk out loud, but she was making me crazy that way. “Whoa…” I replied. “We just met, babe.
“Give it time.”
She smiled and added “By the way… soft-tips are out. It’s Hydra-shoks now, tough guy. More bang for your buck.”
Kablam! Said my heart.
Boom-boom! Said the rest of me.
I was losing the fight fast, going down for the count. I had to snap out of it and get back to business. “Why me?”
“It’s you or Captain Kirk,” she replied, looking at her nails, “and you seem more stable.” I raised an eyebrow and she added, “After all, he is an actor, and I don’t need the drama. Besides, you make me laugh.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere, baby-doll,” I said, staring into those deep brown eyes. “So, tell me what it is you really want.”
For just a second her pretense fled like a second-story man into the night, and with a look of resignation she said “If you’re gonna make me say it, I’ll say it.”
“You gotta say it,” I said. “Or we’ve got no business, per se.”
“Alright then,” she said. “I’ll say it. But listen up because I’m only saying it once. I may not be the girly-girl type, but deep down inside I just want what they all want, and what I want is love. Find – me – love.”
I said, “Sweetheart…
“I’ll take your case.”