Cleopatra's Perfume
A secluded lake outside Berlin
April 29,1941
Blondes always did get him in trouble. This one could get him killed.Tall, statuesque, with big breasts and a seductive walk that communicated with the world in a way he'd never seen. Slow and easy, with just enough wiggle to let him know she was all woman.
This blonde also had a sharp-nosed Nazi squeezing the soft flesh of her arm in a tight grip.
"Strip her!" the German officer yelled, pushing the woman toward him.
"I don't assault women." Even if she is a fraud and a liar, he finished silently. A strange, hot light burned in the SS officer's eyes, sending a driving itch up his backside. He stood his ground, his legs spread apart, his hands on his hips, though he longed to overpower the man.
"I said, strip her. Now!" The sun-bleached blond Nazi cracked his whip so close to his skin it scorched the hairs on the back of his neck with heat. He swallowed, choking on his own saliva, a rotten taste in his mouth turning his stomach but not his courage. No doubt the German fueled his obsession with power with cruel, lascivious acts, setting up a bitter rivalry between the two of them, but why? And wh ... read full excerpt from: Cleopatra's Perfume ebook
