Intro to my story which is currently unnamed

Valentina strolled over to the shaking young, thin business man. His forehead glittered with beads of perspiration as he watched her slender figure approach. He tugged at his collar and coughed.
She wore a tight red sequined dress which accentuated her curves and her perfect bust. Her velvet six inch open-toed heels brought attention to her long, slender legs. Curls of raven-black hair flowed over her shoulders and tumbled down to her waist. They jumped off of her body as she strode slowly over to the innocent man.
He transferred his shiny, leather black briefcase from one sweating hand to the other. Words curled from his mouth, slow and unsure. His voice started off steady and strong and then dropped to an inaudible whisper. He attempted to hold the dusty gray road in his emerald gaze, but found his eyes traveling up towards her legs, her curves, her breasts, her face. Her beauty transfixed him and invited him to take a risk. To drop his new case and let go of everything safe.
His eyes lashes quivered, and he shivered as her scent filled his nose. She emitted an aura of danger, a scent of fresh blood intertwined with fresh roses. He yearned for her and his knobby fingers shook as they reached out for her.
The woman smiled. Her scarlet eyes narrowed dangerously. Her long fingernails crept up his shoulders like spiders. She ran them along his pale, ghostly, narrow cheeks. Her fingernails, the color of a blood puddle, ran through his neatly combed, greased-back, midnight-black hair and over his thin neck.  She held his pointed chin with three of her nails and glanced into his eyes, which lit up with a fierce fire, with lust and yearning and desire.
"I could use you," she drawled, tilting her head up to his ear. Her sultry voice tickled his neck and made him weak in the legs.
"Mhmmm." He nodded. His eyes closing as he tried to maintain control of his body. He so badly wanted to give into her voice.
Her claws reached down to his hands and skimmed his palms. She let a wistful sigh escape her rich magenta-colored lips and her eyelashes fluttering closed. "You have such a powerful magical essence," she purred in a soft, syrupy, low voice. Her fingernails dug into his wrist.
"Help me," she whispered. Her eyes snapped open suddenly, flashing with zeal. Her hair began to glow and spread out forming an aureole around her body. "Lend me your magic, and I will give you the world." Her lips parted, displaying blindingly-white, sharp teeth.
The man before her nodded again and again. "I will. I- I'll do whatever you want me to. I will give you whatever you want! I want to learn. I want to become more powerful!"