As a quick aside, I'm not going to abandon my current playthrough series of Monmusu Quest: Paradox [part 2]. Currently my write-up has caught up to where I am in the game and I need a bit of breathing space to get ahead again. If all goes to plan I'll get back to it next week and run it alongside this.
The Heart Squad (part 1)
Piotr Kurtzburg didn't expect to receive cards and chocolates on Valentine's Day.
He certainly didn't expect to receive cards and chocolates hand-delivered by a statuesque bombshell of a model.
Her visit caused quite a stir in the office. A six-foot-tall, jaw-droppingly beautiful woman walking around in nothing more than a longcoat and sexy lingerie was not a sight the average British office worker expected to see on your typical miserable and overcast February morning.
"Happy Valentine's Day from the Heart Squad," she said to Kurtzburg before handing over an oversized card and heart-shaped box of chocolates.
Dumbfounded, Kurtzburg just accepted them. He was blown away by her appearance.
One. She was really tall. Taller than Kurtzburg's five-ten.
Two. She was still perfectly proportioned despite her height. She had a perfect feminine physique—full hips, fuller chest, and long long legs. She also had big big hair. It was red—flame not ginger—and complexly coiffured in a style Kurtzburg hadn't seen since the kitsch sci-fi films of the sixties. Her smile revealed perfect white teeth.
Three. She was clearly wearing nothing more than underwear beneath her longcoat. It was pink, frilly and sheer enough for her nipples to be visible beneath.
That alone should have been enough to have her stopped long before reaching Kurtzburg's desk. Except...
Four. She had overwhelming presence. This was the hardest to explain. Not only did she look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, she also had this aura that flooded out of her and subsumed all around her. She seemed the sort that had the chutzpah—and looks—to blag her way into anywhere.
What Kurtzburg couldn't understand was why she was here for him.
When he'd finally gathered enough presence of mind to stop gawping at her like an open-mouthed yokel, he said, "I think there's been some mistake."
"Are you Piotr Kurtzburg?" she asked.
Kurtzburg gave her a slight nod of affirmation.
"Then there's been no mistake. Happy Valentine's Day."
For one awful moment, Kurtzburg thought she was going to perform a striptease for him right there and then and in front of the entire office. Under other circumstances, Kurtzburg might have been okay with this. He was your typical sex-starved male nerd and her body was extraordinary. But not here. Not with the whole office watching. Not with his cheeks almost burning as brightly as her hair.
Instead she dipped her head forwards and kissed him on each cheek, continental style. On the last kiss her head slid on until her sumptuous lips were level with his ear.
"See you later," she whispered.
Then she turned on the spot and walked away, leaving a very befuddled Kurtzburg standing there with his mouth open and holding a heart-shaped box of chocolates. He was still surrounded in a cloud of her perfume. Faint traces of it stayed with him for the rest of the morning.