Book 14 from the Carson Reno Mystery Series. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BHDLXMM
As I mentioned, Mrs. Ava Beaumont was an extremely attractive young woman – thirty or thirty five tops, although I’m not a good judge of age. Her long dark hair was pulled back behind the ears, but somehow I got the impression that allowing it to flow freely down across her shoulders was a preferred style. That would certainly attract more attention, and for some reason I imagined Mrs. Ava Beaumont liked attention.
I suspect a tight skirt is uncomfortable for most women; but her waist size was less than twenty-four inches and the skirt’s butt hugging shape gave her the chance to show off a very slim and very well figured body. Small, but ample, breasts were inconspicuous behind the conservative beige blouse, and I got the feeling I was seeing the ‘business’ side of Mrs. Ava Beaumont rather than the ‘real’ side.
Her eyes were hidden by dark glasses and weren’t telling me anything about what was happening in the mind behind them. However, one thing stood out about Mrs. Ava Beaumont and couldn’t be disguised by conservative clothing, dark glasses or hair style. She had small round lips, which remained tightly pressed together except for when she spoke, giving the impression of words left inside her lovely mouth that she didn’t want to accidentally escape. Today her lipstick was red, not bright, just red – and without seeing her eyes, the lips became the focal point on a face with a flawless complexion and a mild tan that didn’t show signs of abuse from the sun. I hate dark glasses, and prefer to see eyes when talking to a client. But, without the eyes, I found myself talking to those lips rather than her.
“May I smoke?” she asked, after retrieving a pack of Winston from her purse, lighting one and laying the pack on the edge of my desk.