The two of them went downstairs and out into a wide-open plaza.
Beneath the glow of the city's neon lights, Yang Na's black satin wrap dress perfectly outlined her hourglass figure.
Catching whiffs of her perfume carried on the evening breeze, he found his mind starting to wander.
Or maybe it was that kidney and bull pizzle soup he'd had. It made him want to bolt. What if she noticed his... predicament? Especially since she was his subordinate.
He glanced sideways at Yang Na, who was walking beside him.
The dress had a one-shoulder design, with a silk ribbon on the other side that fluttered in the night breeze like flowing ink against the darkness.
As she walked, the high slit of her skirt offered tantalizing glimpses of her long, slender legs, their paleness in the darkness enough to make a man's heart tremble.
Her figure wasn't the exaggerated "influencer curve" but had the slender strength of a ballerina.
"Where are you headed? Did you call a car?"
"I drove here."
