Natalie seemed out of place in Jason’s house. She was beautiful, a warm milk chocolate complexion that glowed even with the dreary overcast day. Her hair was shaved, but no less feminine. None of that put her out of place though. She seemed sharp and clinical in her immaculate outfit, like she belonged in a New York skyscraper and not here on the Oregon coast with the threat of a storm on the way.
From the corner of his eye he noticed her looking over her shoulder towards the . . .
Natalie seemed out of place in Jason’s house. She was beautiful, a warm milk chocolate complexion that glowed even with the dreary overcast day. Her hair was shaved, but no less feminine. None of that put her out of place though. She seemed sharp and clinical in her immaculate outfit, like she belonged in a New York skyscraper and not here on the Oregon coast with the threat of a storm on the way.
From the corner of his eye he noticed her looking over her shoulder towards the . . .