Even though the men in the room tried to avoid staring by checking their watches, she went overboard with her antics to seduce, staring me down.
I sneered inwardly.
As if her breasts spilling out weren't enough, she'd reach forward with her palm outstretched and her fingers curled as if she wanted to grab something or call someone. Then lowering her hand again, she would attempt to adjust her skirt.
After straightening the dress, she'd resume her presentation, ensuring her breasts bounced rhythmically. With each bounce, some of the men in the room looked on with growing desire, and I couldn't blame them.
Although she did all of this to get my attention, I gave her very little of it. At the same time, I began to think of ways to expel this woman from my board of investors.
How did she
