Karmen: A Fictional Narrative

"You're correct, a man is a man and I'd be insane if I hadn't, so I hope you don't mind if I keep on imagining you unclothed?," Duke replied with a teasing smirk, and not caring how obvious was the gaze that drifted back down the polka dot dress, not caring about how obvious he was. Most other women would simply roll their eyes, huff in annoyance, or giggle like immature schoolchildren caught off guard and flattered by his attentions, however not this one, and Duane bit his lip as he considered what lay underneath the fabric; ample breasts, soft skin, toned stomach, and the sugar she'd sung of. Only when Karmen spoke again did he realise he'd been lost in his reverie, and his attention shot back to her face.

Duane blinked rapidly to clear
"You appear extremely curious about how hard my night was, Karmen. Is that because perhaps your night was even more frustrating? After all, I only spent one evening in that hick town, and although it caused some difficulties, I, um, resolved the problem by my own hand." Duke arched a brow, wondering if Karmen was aware what he alluded to, then comfortingly patted her arm. "However, you were stuck there a number of months without even so much as an appropriate male to fantasise over. How uncomfortable was your night? Since my interest in you is obviously not reciprocated, we'll need to locate an item to assist with that issue, along with new shoes." Duke grinned, then released his touch, and returned his focus to their
It had taken him long enough to first recognise the feelings for what they were, and twice as long to admit to them. Damn, he'd only known her for a day. "I haven't encountered a woman such as you before Karmen, so I'll admit you've captured a place in my heart, and I'm a little smitten." The man put down the rising heat on his cheeks down to the effects of the scorching sun, and went on in an attempt to dilute some of the truth of his admission with a fabricated excuse. "But it's mostly that I don't like Policeman. Especially married ones, who should know better. Now come