He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I jump to my feet and hustle my ass across the office so fast I practically leave burn marks in the carpet. I lock the outer door to the waiting room, and then I close and lock my office door as well, for good measure. When I sit back down at my desk, I’m breathless with anticipation.
“Okay. Done.”
“Do you have a mirror in your office? A big one, like a wall mirror?”
I slowly swivel in my chair and look at the full-length mirror I installed on the back of my office door so I could check my appearance before meeting with clients. Reflected in it, I’m bright red, my cheeks burning. Barely breathing, I say, “Yes.”
“Tell me what you see.”
I know what he wants, so I give it to him. “I see me . . . all flushed and excited, with red cheeks, sitting in my offi
