“Just told his attention.” Tom said. “Don’t let it stay back to us.”
Those had been the instructions, passed over with the six inch heels and the crimson dress.
“Isn’t this-” I held the fabric between thumb and forefinger, thinking that even that pinch-full covered too large of a proportion. “Isn’t this all a little clichéd?”
Tom shrugged, collar turned up and fedora pulled low over his brow.
“Maybe” he said. “But that ain’t the point; the point is that I don’t want that geezer looking our way. Not while me and the boys are sorting the business.”
My lips curled and pursed.
“I don’t want to hear it doll.” snapped Tom. “I told ya what I want doin’. Now get to it. You gotta keep that boy transfixed!”
Visdare Prompt: Transfixed