"My point exactly," she countered smoothly, her grin sharp. "Men are visual creatures. Show him something worth remembering, and he'll forget the rest of the world."
As if on cue, she began tossing more sheer fabrics at me with the glee of a madwoman., "I think I'm about to be arrested for indecent shopping."
By the time we finally left the store, dragging enough lingerie to start my own scandalous boutique, I wasn't sure if I felt terrified… or thrilled.
*****
Stepping into Numero Corp as an employee was like walking straight into the belly of a shark tank. The air itself buzzed with ambition. My pulse quickened as I reminded myself: this was a job people would kill for. I would prove I belonged here. Even if it killed me.
