“sweetheart, do you really think I’m a womanizer?”
“I love you sweets”.
A fragrant feminine breeze…then a pair of sexy stilettoes tread outside the office corridor.
“sweets, I…”, juggling between her tears and the nearing stilettoes.
…. “love only…..”. The stilettoes struggle at the e-access.
He dashes to the door.
“Hi!…new joinee ?”
P.S: This is my first attempt at 55 fiction. Hope you guys like it!