I decided late Sunday night that I would just pretend nothing had happened Friday night. It wasn't important. It was a distraction. I would not be distracted from my motive any longer, no matter how handsome my target may be.
I couldn't stop myself from selecting a low cut blouse and a shorter skirt than I usually would wear, but I told myself that it was part of the plan. If I kept him distracted and disarmed, I had a greater chance of success. Maybe this whole thing could ultimately work in my favor.
As I entered work, no one acted as if they knew anything was different. Sophie told me that it was important to mind my business and not to gossip when I was working at the bar, maybe that policy extended to the rest of the office. Or, maybe they truly didn't know anything. I ensured that
