Slipper

As soon as the traffic lights signaled red, Eric sat comfortably on his seat, adjusted the rearview mirror so that he saw the car behind them, and rested his hand on the secretary’s pale, gentle hand beside the gear.

“Sir!” exclaimed the secretary as she caught her breath, alarmed by the sudden touch of his hand, and quickly moved hers away from him. She looked at Eric.

He only laughed coolly, and his lips showed a small flash of his teeth.