I’m putting up the whole first draft of chapter one of my current WIP, Slit Mouth, piece by piece. Links to the earlier paragraphs are at the bottom of the post.
His camera was set up. If only he could see Sarah’s face when she opened the email, but he’d just have to be content with imagining his revenge. He’d pay the geisha if he had too, he opened the door to his room and stepped aside, letting Miss Asia in. As she brushed past him her shoulder grazed his chest. Her skin was bitter cold, chilling him through his jacket sleeve. A shiver crawled down his spine. He couldn’t explain the fist that closed his throat. He hadn’t been with any woman but Sarah for fifteen years. He expected to be nervous, but scared?