feels whammy

Heels clicked on the floor and the receptionist opened the door to the office. She had wheat-colored hair and eyes in the same shade, and she looked fantastic in a houndstooth business dress. The hairs on the back of my neck went up. So did other things. She offered me her hand in a friendly fashion. I stared at it for a second, then up at her. I didn’t know what she was, but anything that carried a potent sexual whammy like that as a mere aura around it was likely to be dangerous to touch.
“No thanks, no offense meant,” I said. “Harry Dresden to see Talvi Inverno.”
The woman narrowed her eyes at me. “I’ve heard of you, Mister Dresden. The famous wizard.”
“I haven’t heard of you,” I said. “Sorry.”
“Ms. Lapland,” called a rich voice from inside. “Please show our guest in with all courtesy.”
“Yes, sir,” the woman said, staring at me with a very odd expression, something somewhere between outrage and hunger. “Follow me.”


The Law: A Dresden Files Novella Chapter 7, Page 36-37