Cassie arrived at the Twisted Thistle at five-thirty sharp. She stopped in the ladies' room to admire herself one more time, grinning at her reflection with satisfaction. A solid nap, the perfect dress, and scads of makeup did wonders. She looked awesome.
Randy is going to flip, she thought. Not that it mattered. She wasn't into her boss, but for shits and giggles and a whole lot of satisfaction, she'd make him squirm. He deserved it for making her do this.
This was the first time Cassie had to play the honeypot, and being enticing, sexy, was the only way to get the job done. The extra effort put into her appearance for the gig was above and beyond and way outside her comfort zone. Tilting her head, she eyed the person staring back at her; she looked like a prostitute or someone blatantl
