Leather and Lust - Chapter 3: Sidra I
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(Continued from Leather and Lust - Chapter 2: Sir Snow)
“Harrison, right?” She appears right next to me, even though I was waiting for her and paying attention, not even staring at my phone while I wait.
“Uh, yes,” I stammer, thrown off.
“I’m Sidra,” she gives me the once-over, looking me up and down with a quirky smile on her lips, as if something is already funny. It’s not objectifying so much as just looking, drinking me in with her eyes. Her purple hair looks darker in the cloudy outdoor light, almost blue-black, but the purple is still there when she tilts her head and the light shines through. She’s wearing an Army-green jean jacket, loose white tank top with Blondie on it, faded jeans that are rolled up tight at the ankles, and short black boots that are folded down, also loose, tongues flopping out like they are making fun of me. She peels off her oversized, round sunglasses and I can see her green eyes are just as green as that photograph, and I think really are that color.
Sidra offers me her hand and I shake it, closing my fingers around hers, warm and tight. “Pleased to meet you. Join me?”
She nods, pulling out the chair. “Did you eat already? X said you two had a meeting here.”
“Yes, but I am glad to sip on something warm and chat. Do you need food, should I get the waiter?”
“He’ll come around, I’m sure,” she’s...