This #fridayflash is prompt-inspired from this website here. The prompt is in bold.
He didn’t know I was watching him. I leaned forward, revealing a flash of cleavage. Let him look. I knew he was cheating on his wife. Not with me, but I’d seen him with other women. He flaunted the women—or should I say girls—around the town. They were half his age, sometimes barely eighteen. He didn’t care, but I did.
I crossed my legs. His eyes followed every slight movement, especially how my thigh peeked from the skirt’s slit. I opened my bag and took out the lipstick. Ruby red and quite stunning against my sun-kissed flesh. A quick glance in the mirror let me know I was ready.
I cocked my head to the side and gave him an “innocent” smile. My eyelashes fluttered, and he stood to come over. My smile widened, and my heart rate increased. I had hooked the cheating bastard. Again.
There was nothing he could do to escape me. Not with this lipstick and that bag. Oh and the tazer.