Emily Harper
Anna Lorraine had big breasts and a flawless face. She was a voluptuous beauty. She was exactly what a man would picture when they imagined a secretary. With her dark brown eyes, round face, full lips, and long, dark brown hair, she looked like she had stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. She looked like a French runway model.
"Bonjour, Emily," Anna said, her voice high-pitched.
French. I was right. This chic is French.
"Bonjour, Anna," I said. I thought about giving her a fake smile, but I didn't want to give her the wrong idea about me. Sure, she was beautiful, but she looked a little bitchy for my liking.
A little lippy, too.
"Anna's very talented," said Rye. "I think you'll like working with her."
I nodded, keeping my smile plastered on my face. I was tr
