Diana Whitmore was a vision of controlled fire. Forty-seven, silver-threaded black hair pulled into a severe bun, a dress that cost more than my car. But her eyes—green, sharp, hungry—told a different story.
As I walked out of The Velvet Key , the rain had stopped. The city was still filthy. But for the first time in a long time, I wasn't just cleaning up other people's messes. Milfs Like it Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.I.
"Was me, of course." She signaled the waiter for two glasses of champagne. "Mark is my lover. Has been for six months. But my husband, his father, is a vindictive man. If he finds out, he'll cut Mark off completely. And me? I'll lose everything in the divorce." Diana Whitmore was a vision of controlled fire
Diana Whitmore smiled, and for the first time, it reached her eyes. "I want everything, Veronica. And I like it... big." As I walked out of The Velvet Key , the rain had stopped
I stood up, tucking the envelope into my purse. "Give me three days."