Six Sentence Sunday #17: One Wicked Night

It’s a beautiful Sunday downunder, and I may have my aching tooth under control finally. (Touching every piece of wood I can find)  This week I’m turning back time to my first published short story, One Wicked Night. One Wicked Night is the story of a heartbroken man who accepts an courtesan’s invitation to join her one night and gets way more than he bargained for. This is from the chapter one. Enjoy!

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Time stood still as he gazed at the bejeweled impure.

Rumors and innuendo did not do her justice. She glided toward him with sleek, dark-haired perfection. Benedict noticed the challenge in her eyes, as if she expected something from him instead of the other way around. The second, and not the least important, her gown floated in transparent drifts about her. He could see the delicate turn of her leg and the dipping curve of her waist as she passed before candlelight.

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22 thoughts on “Six Sentence Sunday #17: One Wicked Night”

  1. Beautiful writing, l love the descriptions you use, ‘glided toward him with sleek dark haired perfection’ wonderful!

  2. I have tooth problems too – yeah a pain and as to your snippet – who sasys sexy has to be undressed – your description is sooo sensual – which to me is better – so well done

    • Ah no. Another sore tooth sufferer. You have my condolences and wishes for a speedy recovery, Sue. Glad you like my six. I’m pretty proud of my first story.

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