Roxanne - A scene from Recital

"Excuse me, and with whom do I have the pleasure talking to?" Davey turned his head and faced a dark-haired woman. She was drop dead gorgeous, and oozed sex, and her body parts were beating erotic war drums.

"You are talking to Roxana Georgescu and we can talk about the pleasure aspect later," she offered her hand. "Lilly told me to keep an eye on you, because we don't want you to pick up the wrong broad, do we now?" she chuckled.

Her sense of humor was telling, and her witty remarks rivaled her looks. She noticed him scanning her body and challenged him. "I hope I passed your anatomy test, because I would hate to disappoint you so early in this liaison," she sneered.

"Far from it, he answered. "As a matter of a fact your statistics are quite inviting, seductive, I would say" he added.

She figured it was a come -on and read between the lines. "Are you flirting with me, because if you are, why don't you save the compliments between the covers, or perhaps later, between the sheets?" she devilishly, winked.

His lips were inches from hers, and for a brief moment they touched. "Tell me gladiator, how many women have you scored with in the arena of love?" She whispered in his ear.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," he cunningly, replied.

"Oh, I intend to," she wet her lips, "you can count on that," she derided.