She was blonde... not one of those bottle blondes... but a real blonde... came out her mother's womb as a blonde. Her hair shone as if she washed it every day with champagne... he'd been curious about that ever since he'd first met her... if she could afford it, would she? Wash her hair with champagne that is...
But she was an atypical blonde... not the stereotypical airhead who had trouble figuring out what two plus two was... a real nerd she was... read more books than he knew had been printed... all of them romance novels but historical romances mostly. She was a real history buff and wouldn't you know it... her knowledge of history was amazing. She knew things that only historians knew about... mostly about the way of life in those days. But she knew it... it was all up there in her head... her beautiful head.
She was short... but by no means was she delicate... well, come to think of it, she wasn't really all that short... but her 5'5" were short to him... He had at least 7 inches on her. She wasn't skin and bones like models. She was a definitely full-figured woman.
She had breasts that made his head ache just thinking about them. He wanted them every second he breathed. And her body was exactly what he needed after spending time in the ring, rubbing his body against the hard planes of his coworkers. But she was healthy and strong. Bodywise, she was perfect.
She lit up the dank coffee house where she'd agreed to meet him. None of the black jeans and large shapeless sweaters for her. She was clad instead in tight red leather pants that left no doubt about each and everyone of her luscious curves.
On top, she had a matching leather jacket that barely covered her bouncing chest, which wasn't even decently covered by her black tube top. Her bright orange scarf kept her hair out of her way. Then there was her smile... a beautiful smile that lit up a room and made his fucked up heart do all those crazy things they wrote about in books.
She put her cherry red purse down on the table and smiled down at him. Then, without a word, she plopped herself down on his lap, put her arms around his neck and planted a long kiss on him, stealing his breath away.
At first, he wanted to pull her away then, he started getting into it. Until they both went tumbling down on the floor with a loud crash. She looked down at his pained expression and smiled brightly.
"Hey baby," she whispered.
"Lenore," Raven said, "you kill me."