On the dot of 8pm Sofia arrived at Paolo’s flat. As always, she was very well turned out, but not in a sexy curve-enhancing tight dress or skirt, but trousers and jumper. She was there for business, not pleasure... and certainly not for Paolo’s pleasure.
She glided in and didn’t beat about the bush.
“No need to cross your legs this time, Paolo,” she said, “unless you tell me lies that is!”
Paolo coughed slightly and an involuntary reaction down below was a sharp reminder to take care what he said.
“Where the fuck did you get the diamond?”