Prompt courtesy of Cake.shortandsweet‘s Wednesday Write in.
The redhead walked into the office on a pair of legs made for the golden age of chorus lines. Dzinski leaned back in his chair and knew he was in trouble. She sauntered over the threadbare carpet, hips swinging like a pendulum in time with his heartbeat, and sat down sideways on the edge of the chair.
Her mouth and nose seemed a little too wolfish for comfort from the profile.
“How can I help you?” he said, although he felt he might faint about halfway through the question.
The woman pulled a cigarette from a case in her purse, leaned forward and waited for him to light it. He did.
“You can’t,” she said, exhaling a thin plume of smoke towards the ceiling. “I’m beyond redemption.”
The left side of her mouth curled up into what might have been a smile.
“But you can do something for me.”
Dzinski waited for her proposition. The overhead fan turned in the silence between them.
“I’m going somewhere this evening and would be more comfortable with a man at my side.”
“You must know plenty,” Dzinski said.
“I do,” she answered. “But none have the qualities needed. I’ve heard that you may possess them.”
He had nothing to say to that.
“I’ll pick you up at 8,” she said. Then she stood up, pulled a business card from her purse and set it down on his desk. “If you don’t have a dinner jacket, visit this man and he’ll fit you for one. You’ll be positively dashing.”
Dzinski looked at his rumpled shirt and creaseless trousers.
“I suppose you’ll tell me more about what it is you need eventually, Miss?”
“You can call me Margaret, Mr. Dzinski,” she said over her shoulder as she walked to the door. “Don’t be late.”
She flashed him a smile that would have made a bishop blush and left his office.