UNHOLY DESIRE
Maybe she didn't mean what she had said, but it was Deirdre, and I saw the hatred in her eyes.
"She's attractive," I heard whispers swirling around me.
"Damn, I'd have those legs around me, even if just for tonight," another voice chimed in.
I didn't want to look, but judging by the attention, whoever was approaching had everyone captivated.
My eyes nearly bulged out when they locked onto Deirdre. She was wearing a provocative fishnet miniskirt that left little to the imagination. The top button of her red blouse was undone, revealing creamy flesh. Her face was heavily made up, making her almost unrecognizable, and her lips were painted a vivid red.