Sands of Seduction: Part One
- Hamlin
- Jul 19
- 12 min read
The jeep’s engine coughed and spat out its final protest, jostling Dr. Carol Quinn forward as it skidded to a stop at the lip of the excavation site. She swung her legs over the side, boots crunching into sand that radiated mid-afternoon heat through the soles and up her spine. The Giza Plateau simmered around her, bleached bone-gold by the punishing sun and wind that tasted faintly of copper. Carol wiped sweat from her brow, only to feel it instantly replaced. Her tank top already darkened in the deep cleft between her breasts. By mid-morning she’d have a salt-etched outline down her chest and along the low scoop of her back.
