Just as I'm about to scold my receptionist for spilling coffee on some important documents, I feel someone tap my arm.

I turn to find a tall, red-haired woman smiling up at me—big green eyes, an aura that practically screams sex. She's the kind of woman Levi, back in his fuckboy days, would've been all over.

She flashes a seductive smile that probably works on most men.

It doesn't work on me. In fact, it irritates me. Something about her rubs me the wrong way, though I can't quite put my finger on what.

"Do you work here?" She asks, batting her lashes in a way that makes me wonder...