ALYSSA
"Coffee?" Sheila asked, leaning so close to the blue eyed man that I was afraid she would topple over and fall into his lap.
I watched her with narrow eyed irritation and then my gaze dropped down to her gaping shirt, my irritation rising.
"Yes, please," Zaiden nodded at her.
My irritation immediately shifted to him. I was well aware that I wasn't listening to a single thing that our head of research was saying, and it was probably important or something.
I wondered how any of the men in the officer were paying attention with Sheila's perky boobs right out there. If she undid any more buttons, she could as well demand money from the men in the room and turn the meeting room into a strip club.
"Thank you," he said and she giggled, running her hands up his arm distractingly
