Chantelle

The next day, I wore the shortest work skirt I owned—a black leather skirt that stopped mid-thigh. I paired it with a black mesh top layered over a very low-cut bralette.

It was tight and accentuated my curves. Walking down the street, I got plenty of second glances and loud compliments.

Simon, the security guy, did a double take, and when he realized I’d noticed, he stared at the floor until I passed.

I got to the office before Mr. Locke, thankfully. He had already added my fingerprints to the door system, so I could unlock it. I sat down and started getting some work done—better to finish things...