Thirst Trap

Shermie appeared to hesitate for a fraction of a second before she broke into a wide smile that was slightly menacing.

"Touché, mon ami," she drawled.
"Nous ne sommes pas amis."
"But we could be."

The younger woman suddenly stepped in front of King, gently grabbed hold of her necktie with one hand and, with her other began to run her finger down the front of the silky fabric.