It was unusually drafty in the small back bedroom where pastel paint had began to chip off of the solid stone walls. Midmorning came all too quickly for the infamous Haylee, who had spent most of the evening going over some information on a murder investigation south of the city. She loved to help out her beloved best friend Izzy and most certainly loved spending the day in Izzy's water bed when she wasn't around. At her left a small crest haired terrier snored then brought it's nose to Haylee's hand saying good morning and stretching it's little dog legs. Haylee had never been a fan of animals, but for some reason she had secretly grown attached to Izzy's favorite little dog.<br/><br/>About twelve noon she rolled out of bed in her pajama's and went into the living room. Izzy left two days ago giving Haylee some bogus excuse about where she was going and had not come back, even last night to grab some things. Had she found some hot sexy man to spend her salacious and sometimes ostentatious waking moments with? It didn't seem like Izzy to run off and not say something, or leave a note. She knew how Haylee worried and didn't ever stay gone so long. Scratching her left shoulder she went back too the bedroom and took a shower, got into something comfortable then went down too the station.<br/><br/>Nobody had seen her either. The last they heard she was going undercover to a company called Risque.<br/><br/>She wasn't a fan of underwear commercials let alone smut and was quite taken abroad by her latest scheme when Isabella did not return back home the next day. Grumbling and rolling the idea around in her head she finally decided to go for a casting call down at Risque.<br/><br/>"James I want a peppermint latte delivered to my room ASAP." While in the company of the many photographers and makeup artists she put on airs acting as if she owned the place when she walked in for the first time and readied herself for auditions. "And none of that face creamer crap either." A mistress of disguises it was easy for her to pull off a decent Irish accent which made her seem more exotic to the many men ogling when she stepped from her dressing room. Tossing her cell phone onto the floor she stepped into the light showing off some succulent breasts and an ass that looked like it needed to be bitten.<br/><br/>She wore a sand camouflaged jacket over an emerald green lace bra and camouflaged colored diamond studded thong. Her vivacious red hair was pulled back and like always naturally curled, dancing over the upturned collars of the jacket that nicely shadowed her neck line. Long lashes and amazing yet subtle blue eyes gave her a prissy yet slutty look that just pulled the whole outfit together. Legs were nice and shapely, her feet covered by open toed light brown six inch heals that ended mid-thigh with two long ribbon bows. There was a sparkle to her skin, making the peach colored cheek bones ravish a man's heart, eye candy to anybody who dared look onwards.<br/><br/>Her bra pushed her breasts up and out, the pretty lace panties hugging her hip bones just beneath the little tattoo she refused to let make up artists cover. Those lips looked like they needed to be touched, kissed, around something, Ferrari red, a shade she often used to get answers. There was something so deadly beautiful about the way she looked at a person, as if she was a delicate flower laced in powdered mercury. Her posture made her look as if she needed to be touched, fondled, placed in positions like a porcelain figurine atop a red wire mantle. Haylee was definitely an irresistible peach plucked straight from the garden of eden.