Carolyn pulled into the parking lot. “Seven A,” Monica had told her. Pushing the lever left, Carolyn twisted the mirror. Taking a tube of lipstick from her black purse, she carefully colored her lips with faint pink. Her stomach trembled as she opened the door. Her knees quivered slightly and Carolyn braced herself with a hand on the roof of her automobile. Her heart throbbed mercilessly.
Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances