Raw Pleasures
He pushed it open slowly, the hinge creaking softly.
The lights in his living room were dimmed. And there, standing in the center of the room, was Maya.
But it was a Maya he had never seen. She was dressed in a police uniform, but one that seemed designed for a fantasy, not for duty. The dark, form-fitting shirt was unbuttoned perilously low, revealing the deep, tempting swell of her cleavage. The waist was cinched tightly by a utility belt that only accentuated the curve of her hips. The pants were equally tight, black and sleek, disappearing into a pair of stark black boots. A police cap was perched at a jaunty angle on her head, shadowing her eyes, which gleamed with a dangerous, playful
Bab Populer