He couldn’t help staring and her sensuous curves. She was Desire, an enigma to all but the one who possessed her. Resting languidly in the sun, he wished he could be with her, touch that glowing skin.
Gary’s wife punched his shoulder.
“Stop staring!” glared Andrea.
“I did not!”
“I know you want her.”
Andrea scowled. “Honey! We can’t afford a sports car.”
This week at Grammar Ghoul Press’ Chimera 66 writing challenge, the word prompt is: Enigma. Look here for more stories based upon the prompt: http://www.grammarghoulpress.com/chimera-66-17-kickoff/