He reached out to keep her from flying backwards onto her diminutive derriere. “Excuse me, little lady,” he managed to drawl, just before his breath caught at the sight of the beautiful blue eyes, wide with surprise. He’d never been attracted to red heads, especially ones with curly hair. Until now, anyway. He gazed, transfixed by the silky auburn curls framing the delicate features of her face. Brows of the same hue lifted as her eyes widened. “It’s...it’s okay...,” she stammered before visibly composing herself. She sidestepped him and made her way toward the ladies room. Drake couldn’t help but stare at her tight little butt in the short brown skirt and body hugging sweater. The stiletto heels she wore accentuated shapely, toned legs though falling far short of giving her the height she obviously longed for. He’d dated more than his fair share of shapely women, but never had he been witness to a body as perfectly proportioned as that one.
