MAYA
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, running my hands down the sides of my tight black skirt. The fabric clung to my hips and thighs like it was made for sin, ending midway down my legs.
It was classy enough for a business office, yet short enough to make a man lose his train of thought. My silky white blouse hugged my curves, the neckline dipping just enough to hint at cleavage without giving everything away.
The tailored black blazer completed the look and made it sharp, professional, and undeniably sexy. My long, straight hair fell like dark silk down my back, glossy and perfect. I smiled at my reflection, tilting my head as I applied one last coat of bold red lipstick.
God, I looked hot. The kind of hot that could bring a powerful man to his knees.
My stomach flutter
