With each sweep of her arm, each swish of her mop, layers of dust and despair were washed away. He knew deep down she was right. Even with the thought of Erin, every time Cheyenne turned something about her caught his eyes, be it her legs, her breasts, the ass cheek that played peek-a-boo at the bottom of her shorts or the naval ring that sparkled against her tan skin when the sunlight hit it just right. She stepped out the door and into the world, leaving behind a trail of possibility that lingered in the air like the faintest perfume. She chooses a breathtaking wall portrait of Erin, her green eyes dancing with mischief, and strategically places it in the living room. I bet you could slap them and they wouldn’t even bounce!’ Larry thought to himself. “That smell ought to last all night, so when you have a minute through the night, smell them and remember me. Cheyenne doesn’t need to turn around to know that Auzia has arrived, her presence as bold and unapologetic as the red heels she favors.
