In the window Stories

It was summer in Vegas. Not that it was any cooler back in Scottsdale. Dry heat, yeah, but it still hits like an open oven when you step outside. In Arizona, you sweat and it disappears. In Vegas, it clings. The pavement breathes heat back at you like it's alive and pissed off. Even the nights stay hot, like the city’s too jacked up to sleep. I had come here for a friend’s birthday. A full week. One of those impromptu col...

A week later, Edward told me he was taking me out to dinner and checked I had nothing booked. He told me to buy a sexy dress for the evening. I already had some of these in the office, which were probably too sexy. So I went to the shops to get something that would not blow Edward's mind but still allow me to do some accidental exposure. I tried to ask him why he wanted to do this, and he explained he had something import...