"Good, they've left." She whispers to herself. "Who's left?" A deep husky voice asks from behind her. "Don't move, there's a gun behind your head." He says. "Turn around," he yells. "Who are you?" His brows creases. "I'm here to deliver the flowers." She says nervously. "You're not Angeline." He says. "I promise...
"Come si dice spogliarsi in inglese?" He walk towards her taking the notepad and pen from her hands. "It means... Strip." She nervously said. "Well, why aren't you yet." He place her leg around his waist, taking the glasses from her face and smash his lip on hers. ***** When Tessa applied for a job as a translator in...