A Sense of Humor

"Don't you dare," she said.
She stopped moving and looked back at me with venom in her half-lidded eyes.
"I was kidding, c'mon."
She stared at me for a beat more, then the corners of her mouth twitched upward and she started moving again. Christ, she was lovely.

In the morning, I woke to find her watching me. Her brown eyes, the same color as her skin, held me there until she spoke.
"Get up," she said.
I watched her dress herself, admiring her grace and her flawless dark skin. She was usually gone when I woke up.
"Thanks," I said.
She shrugged.
"You're a nice guy. I thought I'd say goodbye this time."
As she reached for the door, I said, "I'll call you."
"But you tell the worst fucking jokes," she said and closed the door behind her with a click.

I sighed. Time to get going. They only sent the dark haired goddess when they had a really fucking dirty job for me. For the first time, I wondered if she knew.