“The company won’t like it if they find out what he's doing with their camera,” Angie said to Jim.
“Oh… it’ll be ok,” Jim replied. “Look… I brought mine too,” and he pulled out his own camera and focused in on Angie.
“What’s this for… the company yearbook?” She chided him, but gave him her best Christie Brinkley smile.
“Aren’t the female bartenders at this party required to be topless?” he asked from behind the viewfinder.
She was at the bottom of her third drink now, and feeling reckless. “Yeah, but I was saving it for later,” Angie retorted, keeping her voice steady. He licked his lips and studied her eyes. “Here… I’ll give you a preview.” His face lit in astonishment as Angie slipped the button of her jacket and, holding it open, with hands on hips, thrust out her chest.
“Jezzz…” h
