14
Jul
The dame sauntered silently into Rocco’s office, but she didn’t need to speak; the blood-soaked gown hugging her ample curves said it all: ‘I am a shipping heiress whose second husband was just murdered by Albanian assassins trying to blackmail me for my rare opal collection,’ or maybe, ‘Do you know a good dry cleaner?’
Bulwer-Lytton | Tony Alfieri
