But Saffron’s attention was drawn to Amanda Dark, who was seated in a horseshoe-shaped leather chair, watching Phillip from the other side of his massive desk. Amanda was a short woman, just over five feet in height; of medium build, not buxom and not thin; with mouse-brown hair cut to brush her shoulders. Her pleasant features, wide-set, curious hazel eyes, and smallish nose meant she couldn’t be described as beautiful, but she wasn’t ugly, either. Right now Amanda’s eyes gazed at Phillip with a look in them Saffron knew well. The woman loved the firm’s associate more than she was willing to admit.
With his jet-black, curly hair cut military short, his square jaw, and dimples in both cheeks when he smiled, Saffron well understood Phillip’s appeal. His narrow waist and lightly muscled arm
