Wild Desire
that’s it, then, isn’t it?
‘Not quite.’
‘I beg your pardon?’
‘I want you to do one last thing for me.’ For the first time, Kate smiled, her full moist lips parting to reveal gleaming, perfect teeth. And for the first time, Steven saw something threatening - almost predatory — in her expression. He had never, he supposed, stopped to consider her beauty and its various components. She had always been just Kate. Pretty little Kate. An adjunct to his perfection.
‘Oh!’ Steven shrugged. ‘Sure ... anything. What?’