He looked around to find everyone but her around their usual spot by the window. He turned around to check the bar and that's when he caught the first glimpse of her. Her hair wasn’t its usual voluminous, curly mane tonight, but instead it was sleek and glossy tumbling effortlessly over, what he could only imagine to be, a very smooth satin dress. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She turns slightly on her chair, crosses her legs and he knew he was in trouble. All he could focus on was a perfect hint of her thigh peeking out between that little dress of hers and some pretty scandalous lace top stockings. What he wouldn’t give to run his tongue over that tantalising strip of silky skin. She turns around fully now and catches him staring, and instead of the raised eyebrow or questioning smirk he expects, she teasingly bites her lower lip.