Devin laughed as he pulled into the car rental parking lot near the airport. Man, that chick was fine as hell, he thought as he remembered how she looked into his eyes. Devin was no dummy, he had seen that look before. He also knew he was easy on the eyes. At 6’3, with his caramel colored skin, curly dark hair, and eyes courtesy of his father’s Cuban heritage, he could hold his own. He laughed again because he knew the woman found him attractive, but she was conflicted because she was a bougie executive, and here he was wearing a delivery uniform. What she didn’t know was he was in disguise, he did just enough to alter his appearance, but not enough to attract unwanted attention. Devin Kross was a successful attorney with a thriving practice in Atlanta, Georgia by day. He specialized in criminal law, and he was damn good at what he does. He was also damn good at killing which is why people paid him so well to take care of their unwanted problems. After returning the rental, Devin headed towards the airport terminal to wait for his plane’s arrival. He thought back on the job and vowed to tighten up. He’d made some crucial errors today, one being bumping into that woman and attracting unwanted attention. That could cause problems later because she could in some way identify him, even though his disguise. He checked his luggage and made his way to the lounge. He changed clothes, and he felt comfortable in his tan Polo slacks, a camel hair Polo Red Label sweater and Ferragamo loafers. Looking at Devin now you would never guess he was anything other than a successful attorney.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 01:36:07 +0000
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