Her churning ass under slick, black material drew my undivided attention while she marched from the room. She didn’t glance back to confirm her visual conquest over me. Perhaps she wished to avoid Ms. Brandenburg’s suspicion of our planned rendezvous. But more likely she was so supremely confident she’d wrested my attention back from Ms. Brandenburg that she didn’t need any confirmation.
Despite Mrs. Roman’s magnetism, however, she didn’t completely break Ms. Brandenburg’s spell over me. I would have lunged at the chance of having an affair with the Blonde Bombshell if events hadn’t swept me in another direction.
After I provided my autograph in all of the required places, Martin, the legal eagle, inspected the documents to ensure everything was in order. “I’ll see you to the door,” he s
