Flo Baxter sat on the cushion in front of her dressing table and mirror. She loved her mirror. It was high and oval and had silver plated ornamentation framing it. It always seemed to enhance her image, which to her was just as youthful and radiant as it had been twenty years ago when she was the belle of every young man’s fancy in Virginia.
She brushed lovingly as the golden locks of curls that she told herself was just as full of body and sheen as when she had been a girl.
The mirror was not full length, so she did not have to deal with the expanding waist and hips. When she would pull away from the mirror, she would absently just tuck at her middle and pull her skirts down around her hips, which was what she did now at the light tapping sound of a knock on her hotel door. She was always well dressed and tonight was no exception with a tight fitting pink gown, plunging neckline, expensive pearl necklace and a ruby ring.
She pulled the door open and beamed with effervescent surprise. With one hand to her breast as if in shocked surprise and one hand extended limply to receive a gallant caress, she said in the most lilting of voices, “Why Mister Dalton, or should I say Kip,” she gushed. “This is a surprise. And to what do I owe this most delicious evening visit?”
Kip Dalton was standing in the doorway, lounging against the door jam. He had a champagne bottle under his left arm and two champagne glasses in his left hand.
On seeing her in the doorway, he quickly slipped out of his slouch and snapped to attention. He bowed, took her offered hand and kissed it
Then he transferred the champagne bottle to his right hand, held up the glasses in the other hand and tinkled them back and forth.
“I come forth bearing gifts, milady.” He grinned broadly with a devilish glint in his eye. He stepped over the threshold.
Chapter Thirteen
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