Kissing the Boss
I said, in the hopes of distracting her from the fact I’d been staring.
She smiled, flashing teeth and a small dent in one cheek. “Thanks. I have a bit of a fetish.”
Nodding, I totally understood. “Mine’s shoes,” I admitted, causing her to skim her gaze down my knee-torn skinny jeans to the rolled-up hems where I wore a pair of platform black booties with little leather tassels hanging from the sides. “If I could have a closet solely dedicated to shoes, I’d need about three of them.”