"Does that look professional enough?" - she asked, looking at her own reflection, but tight white pants with no panties outline brought different words to my mouth instead of professional. Yup, she definitely wouldn't want to hear that word.
"You look fine. Besides, they wouldn't care what you wear, it's what you have to say that matters."
"First, looks don't matter, now people have stopped judging a book by its cover… I'm starting to suspect you got a concussion or something." - she smirked at me through the reflection.
I answered with the same and pushed off the doorframe, I was leaning on, and stepped closer to her. But when my hands rested on her shoulder and I looked into her bright blue eyes through the mirror, she shuddered under my touch and her breath hitched in her throat.
