Second Fiddle - Crime Fiction With An Erotic Flavour
A Honey Trap Gone Wrong
“I can’t feel my toes.” It was freezing inside the beat-up Honda, but Gabe wouldn’t run the engine. Chloe had asked him to turn it on, just for a minute, but he’d said he didn’t want to attract attention by idling the car, and anyways, gas wasn’t cheap. “Stamp your feet or something,” he said. Like that would help. She scrunched up numb toes inside her four-inch heels and tried to think about how warm she’d be in a few mi...
