[Her] Jack Savage, being a Casanova, or something close to that definition, was nothing new for Cynthia. As far back as the vixen could remember, there had always been an aura around him, charming and somewhat soothing, just like cologne. It had became …
It was a perfect ‘princess carry’, straight out of a romantic movie. I watched him as he gallantly held the princess of Venezuela in his tiny – yet strong – arms, his slender figure contrasting with the size of the …
“Coffee?” In the face of that question, an electrical discharge seemed to pass through Cynthia Walker. Her ears suddenly perked up, her amber eyes widened and her paw, which had been lazily lying on the desk up until that moment, …
He heard a sound. It rang right through his mind, sharp as a knife and equally painful, but lasted just for a moment, too brief for him to correctly process it. The sound left an unpleasant sensation in him, one …
“How’s she doing?” Jack asked, walking inside the room. As Kohle gave him a perplexed look, he coughed: “Walker, that is.” Colonel smiled. “Come and see for yourself,” he said, then turned again to the young vixen beyond the separating …
