their eyes run over me as they entered. I could imagine what they saw: the heavy press of my breasts against the taut white silk, the long stretch of my legs down to heels entirely too high to be appropriate for work. Looking away, I couldn’t keep the blush from my cheeks. This is how he wants me to feel, reminded myself. Exposed. Ashamed. Desired. I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality and threatening the pins that held my thick auburn hair in a tasteful coil at