Chapter Three
Tuesday
Today would be a good day. I could feel it. Maybe I’d get another naughty audible show downstairs again. Or maybe I’d just make a fool of myself. I seemed to be quite good at it.
I put on my favorite outfit. I hadn’t had it dry cleaned yet again, but it was still fresh. The AC was on blast in the office, so I didn’t sweat at all. Twisting in the mirror that morning, I knew I looked sexy in it, and remembered the look on Mr. Owens’ face when I wore it last week. It wasn’t just the way his face grew dark and sensual, though. It was also how he paused in the lobby and did a double take that he tried to cover up by greeting a board member who walked by. My mouth curved in a smile. He’d never looked at me like that when I wore any of my other suits.
But who could blame
