Upon learning that Cindy had a crush on Michael, Stephanie looked at her as if she had just discovered a horrible rash. She couldn't believe that any woman could really be attracted to their boss. Although it was true that he had beautiful green eyes that reflected the sunlight when it streamed through the large windows of his office and swayed in his eyelashes, long and thick like an Arab's, as well as a short, well-groomed beard from which emanated the heady scent of foam and cologne, and he was tall and well-built like a man who played basketball and canoeing, and had been coated by the sun with the color of ripe chestnuts, and when he wore those silk pants, one could see the bulge...
"And that's why you're crying?" Stephanie asked, with a complete lack of tact that Cindy either did no
