She saw him walk into the bar and shake the water from his hair. He shed his long coat, checking it at the door. Well, if you can call throwing it haphazardly on a hanger checking it, and walked slowly on into the bar. The dim lights hid his face from her sight, but she could see the profile and she liked what she saw: a strong jaw and delicate nose and lighter hair laying just below his ears.
As he stepped into the light, she saw his head turn, scanning the crowd. A quiet smile came across his lips as his eyes met hers, then slowly working their way down. She felt her skin prickle as his eyes moved over her. She'd been caught red-handed, staring like a schoolgirl.
"Christ," she thought. "Get over here now before I take you down on this floor."
And it seemed as though her prayer was answered. He walked to her slowly, the minutes dragging by with each step he took. She turned back to the bar and waited, her heart pounding and her breath quick and shallow. She felt the warmth coming from him as he stepped to stand behind her. She felt his rough and calloused hand move her hair gently to caress her neck, sending a thousand pleasant sensations rippling through her body. She felt him step closer, his chest pressed against her back and his breath in her ear.
"Dance with me," he whispered. It wasn't a request. It was a demand. Dance. Dance or die.
She obeyed, rising and taking his hand as he led her to the dance floor. There were only a few couples scattering the floor of the tiny bar as the jukebox wailed on in the background.
Long blonde hair, Sky blue eyes
Yeah that well-bred look is easy to recognize.
So far, so good, she thought as he turned to face her, their bodies meeting as he moved her slowly to the music. From the steps, she knew they were not moving in time to the music, but it didn't matter. Nothing matter but the feeling of his body against hers, the rise and fall of his chest as he pressed closer to her.
And it adds up to the question on my mind
Honey do you love as good as you look?
Yes, indeed, honey. Do you? Something told her he did, and it wasn't just that lustful look in his eye or the pressure of his hand against the small of her back, holding her against him as they swayed to the music.
Judging from the cover, I'd love to read the book
Honey, do you love as good as you look?
If this was any kind of book, she be buried deep into it, her nose so close to the pages that she could smell it. Then, you can't judge a book by its cover. Things are never as they seem. You have to take a second glance. Oh, but a second glance just might do her in. But that question still remained: Do you love as good as you look? She'd be sure to ask him soon very soon.
If you could read my mind, you might blush blood-red
But then again you might come over here instead
Yes, might blush indeed, but only when he realized the truth. She couldn't wait to see his face. She needed it. She couldn't wait. It was killing her more than the sensation of his breath on her neck, than his hands sliding over her body. She needed something more. And once he discovered this truth, he would not come to her. Oh no, he'd most likely run, but she'd make sure it was too late for that.
I see they brought your check and soon you're bound to go
If I don't make my move right now, I may never know
His check was cashed long ago. It merely took some quick thinking to reap the benefits of it. Now, was her chance. He was lost in the music, lost in the moment. In seconds, she had turned him, his hand held firmly behind his back and the barrel of her gun pointed into his back as she walked him toward the wall, pushing him roughly against it. She heard a breathless chuckle, sinister in its nature as she gripped his hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to look at her.
"You caught me, Detective. I was beginning to wonder.... I must say, you clean up rather nicely. I didn't even recognize you." She shoved his face into the wall, silencing him as she closed the handcuffs tightly around his wrists.
"Tell me, stranger, before they take you away: do you love as good as you look?" she asked, smiling at her victory as she shoved him to the floor and walked away, leaving him for the officials to gather. Her shift was over and she didn't want any answers from him; she had all she needed. Tonight, she had plans.