There are so many questions running through my head, but my brain freezes again when I see her choice of clothing. The white pants are loose-fitting and flow over her lower body. The navy blue top is cut high at the neck and falls over the curve of her breasts and down past her waist. The color accents the blue of her eyes, and the smooth plains of her exotic face are highlighted by the edge of the material against her skin. A white scarf covers her head, hiding her glorious hair. Though she's covered, nothing but a complete facial mask could possibly hide her beauty.
"Is my attire appropriate, Sir?"
I frown in displeasure and her hands fumble with the knot at her scarf. I rest my hand on top of hers, covering her trembling fingers, and stop their movement.
We need to settle this right
