She approached me with enough sex appeal to stampede a businessmen’s lunch - Raymond Chandler

The girl slept on, motionless, in that curled-up looseness achieved by some women and all cats.

I wouldn't say she looked exactly wistful, but neither did she look as hard to get as a controlling interest in General Motors

I looked at her again. She lay still now, her face pale against the pillow, her eyes large and dark and empty as rain barrels in a drought. One of her small five-fingered thumbless hands picked at the cover restlessly. There was a vague glimmer of doubt starting to get born in her somewhere. She didn't know about it yet. It's so hard for women - even nice women - to realise that their bodies are not irresistible.