Mr. Vincent was on a call, discussing some business logistics with a business partner when he heard a soft knock on his door..

"The door is open. You can come in." He answered without turning around. He knew it was Emily.

Emily pushed the door and stepped inside. She carried the laundry basket in front of her, but she held it low enough to ensure her chest was the first thing he would see. As he turned to say something, the words died in his throat. His eyes dropped instantly to the front of her shirt.

The wet fabric was almost transparent, clinging to the round, heavy curves of her...