She was dressed all in red, from her reddish colored hair to the blood-red ruby studs she wore in her ears, to the tight red blouse that hugged her slender body like a glove, all the way down to those sexy 4-inch spiked red heels that clicked against the hard wooden floor.
Ahhh, but she was breath-taking. Every time she moved, her body flowed like living silk, captivating and seducing any within her presence. Dangerous and deadly to any man who crossed her –they didn’t call her ‘Kendara, The Red Widow’ for nothing.
And by the time her victims saw her darling red pet, it was too late. Much too late.