Lethal Seduction [UPDATED]

Serena stops. She tilts her head. Her smile doesn't waver.

Now, with her perched on the arm of his leather chair, her thumb tracing the vein in his wrist, Marco felt invincible. He also felt the faintest pinprick. Lethal Seduction

Last week, three of my men met a woman. None of them met the morning. Where were you last Tuesday? Serena stops

SERENA (30s, breathtaking, wearing a rain-soaked trench coat) smiles. A single drop of water trails down her cheek like a tear. Lethal Seduction

(stepping back) I said I wanted to talk. There's a difference.