Deception
"Yes, sir, I'll jump right to the point."
The door once again opened. Nikki entered, her tight skirt accentuating her small waist, her high heels defining her shapely legs, but it was the neckline on the silk blouse that demanded Daryl's and my attention. The large scoop fell low enough to showcase her most obvious assets, however, not too low to have them openly on display.
"Your coffee," she said as she bent at the waist and sat two cups of steaming-hot brown liquid on my desk.
"Thank you, sweetheart," I replied. "Hold my calls."
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