Night with a Silver Fox
Abby swirled the amber liquid in her glass. It was a fine scotch, full of aroma and spice. A nice finish, not much kick on the back end – overall very smooth. She always felt sexy drinking it. It made her very aware of the way the silky, navy blue fabric felt on her skin. She also liked how little of it there was and how Jack looked at the smooth contours of her naked back.
Jack was dressed in his usual attire. A black suit with a light blue shirt that picked up the colour of his eyes. He wore no tie. He drank the same brand of whisky. He was the one who taught her what to like.