Originally Posted by Desperado1775
Jackie looked at the rack of clothes while eyeing the
5'11" Latina not more than 10 feet away. She admired the Latina's long ravenous hair while dialing Brad.
"Stand by. I have someone spotted. I will text you when we are on our way out."
Brad acknowledged her direction and hung up.
Once off the phone, Jackie approached the Latina.
"I see you are interested in those heels. Their beautiful, but too expensive."
Liz tilted her head towards the innocent sweet voice echoing the one in her own head. For once it wasn't a guy trying to start a conversation about the kind of shoes she liked.
She peeled back the veil of hair that obscured her view of her seductive accuser. Pretty, about 5'7". Blonde who has seen the inside of a gym in the past week and every week for at least the past few years. Obviously married. Well, married by the size of her rock and her cute little Chanel outfit that was a tad dated but fit her flirty perfect smile perfectly.
"It's hubby's credit card," she explained. "He sort of owes me a favor so he'll only complain enough to make me mad and then, well, let's just say he enjoys making me mad and eventually we both end up happy."