Whats Going On?

Dmitry POV

The smell of cheap, loud perfume hit me the moment the night air crept into my home. Her beautiful red hair was pinned up in a low bun. She wore a white blouse and a tight blue skirt. Similar to her uniform.

In this outfit, she reminded me of the day I first met her. No doubt that was her intention. To bring back just enough nostalgia to remind me why I ever messed with her in the first place. To drag me into her game.

But right now, the only thing on my mind was, “What are you doing here, Nancy?”

She peeled herself in between the tight space I created when I opened the front door. “I knew I would find you home. That assistant of yours said you were in meetings all day.”

She shrugged her shoulders and held up a thin wine bottle.

“Well, I couldn’t help myself. I thought, now here is a man who doesn’t know when to let loose and have a little fun.”

She wasn’t wrong. I did work to much and letting loose wasn’t in my vocabulary. Or at least in the way she wanted me to. I new how