Finally she appeared, sandwiched inside a bunch of rowdy cockneys who were all talking loudly and blatantly ogling her backside. Cass had no idea how attractive she was. She wasn’t beautiful in that tacky, Hollywood way with big cheekbones and huge white teeth. Hers was more subtle. She always dressed practically in jeans or trousers - today it was black trousers for a more professional look with a short sleeved dark red button up blouse, tailored to follow her slim contours. Her pride and joy - her chocolate brown hair - was very long, plunging down to her waist. When she was working it was pulled back out of the way in a ponytail. It was the first thing Brodie had noticed about her and he’d never forget the feel of it sliding across his naked chest as her lips had made their way down his body. Today she wore the bare minimum of make-up - eyeliner and a slash of dark red lipstick to match the shirt. Her black ankle length boots, highly polished as always, click-clacked as she walked.
