Six-thirty came, and I stood outside the conference room. I felt like a hundred butterflies were rolling around inside my stomach, fighting for space. I pushed open the door, slipped in and let it close behind me.
Nicholas was sitting at the conference table, a goofy grin on his face. He loosened his tie, then slipped it from around his neck.
"You are a beautiful creature," he said, leaning back in the chair. "Take your dress off."
I felt my face flush, which caught me a little by surprise. I guess I expected ... I don't know, kissing, maybe some sort of foreplay.
I smiled, reached back and pretended I couldn't reach the zipper on the back of my dress. I turned, my back to Nicholas. "Help me, please?"
Next thing I knew he was behind me, zipper down, dress on the floor around my feet.
