He started to back up, but he backed into a wall. "Don't come any closer."
"What the fuck is going on?" Zoe stepped up to him, and...shifted. Jon was sort of used to Zoe's usual look...Pale skin, black hair, piercings, a spiked collar, a black corset, a ripped black miniskirt, black and white striped stockings, and black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks.
But, that quickly changed. Her skin grew more tanned, her piercings and collar vanished, and her miniskirt turned into a much fancier, yet simple black dress. She smiled at him in a somewhat catty manner, pushed him against the wall, and planted a kiss on his lips that would have melted a block of ice and then headed off down the hall.
"Sorry, hon," Zoe said. "Got to go." She disappeared into the elevator.
Jon didn't respond, or even move until he was alone. Then he coughed, spit, wiped...he wondered if the hotel room he'd been in had any mouthwash.
