Page 141 of Desperate Games

And I know I should walk away.

Instead, when she bends over a table, I catch a glimpse of ink curling over her hip, just above the waistband of her skirt.

A serpent, coiled and curving downward, its tail vanishing into shadows I can’t see.

Fuck.

I wonder how far it goes.

I wonder how much of her it covers.

And I wonder how long I can resist before I find out for myself.

I know I have to keep the real reason I’m here secret, but some things are worth the risk.

The end.

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