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office to be briefed ASAP."
My curiosity had gotten the better of me. I told Gary I would go upstairs to see what was required of me -- much to Gary's visible relief. "Awesome! Thanks a million, Linds!" He turned and happily walked away, a little bounce in his step. Sure, I thought: you're happy. You're leaving now, to go home and enjoy your weekend.
I, on the other hand, was about to meet Jeff Hansen face to face. I grabbed my purse and trotted over to the bathroom to check that there wasn't something stuck in my teeth before facing the inevitable. Once in the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Nope, I hadn't miraculously become beautiful since last time I looked. I gave myself a critical once-over: same dark-blond hair, tied up in a loose bun. Good skin, clear green eyes. Luckily, I had good cheekbones, despite my full-figured frame. My lips were nice and full, too. But then, there was my figure. I sighed in resignation. I would never be model-thin -- far from it. I had more curves than I knew what to do with. I had a tough time finding clothes that fit me well and were professional, since most of those kinds of clothes seemed designed for stick figures. Today, I had on a dark red button-down silk blouse and a black skirt that hugged my hips without being too revealing. I smoothed the skirt and re-tucked my blouse. On impulse, I took my hair out of its bun and brushed it out, letting it fall gently over my shoulders. My hair was one of my best features, and I figured it shouldn't go to waste on this first impression. I reapplied my lipstick, gave myself a final glance, and then exited the bathroom.
I wandered over to the elevator, my thoughts all a jumble. When the doors opened, I got in and pressed the button for the top floor -- the first time I had ever done so. The doors closed, and time seemed to warp and slow as the elevator made the steady, mechanical ascent to the top. I heard the bell ding, and the doors opened again to reveal a large reception area, done in rich chocolate browns and deep reds, with inviting leather sofas to one side, and a large reception desk to the other.
Behind the desk sat a gorgeous blond woman, impeccably dressed. "May I he lp you?" she intoned in a sultry voice. Great, I thought; I'm already intimidated by the secretary. Sighing inwardly, I steeled myself.
"Yes," I said brightly. "I was told Mr. Hansen wanted to see me. Lindsay Hamilton."
"Ah, yes, Ms. Hamilton. Right this way." Well, at least so far, it seemed like Gary hadn't been lying. The woman escorted me down a hallway past a conference room, to a large door. She rapped three times on the door, and then turned the knob. "Mr. Hansen? Ms. Hamilton is here to see you," she said smoothly, opening the door completely and nodding to me to go through.
I stepped inside. The décor in here was similar in style to the reception area, but a little lighter in palette. One entire wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows with a stunning view of the late-afternoon city skyline. It was so beautiful that I forgot why I was there for a moment, until I heard a deep, throaty voice say, "Ms. Hamilton. It's a pleasure to meet you."
I looked toward the desk to see Jeff Hansen in the flesh walking toward me. And what gorgeous flesh it was. Good God, this guy was even hotter up close than he was far away. He held out his hand, and my smaller one was enveloped in his larger, muscular one. His broad shoulders perfectly filled out his impeccably tailored suit. He was stunning, and moved with such fluid ease in his clothes, which fit him so well. Even so, I found myself wishing I could get a chance to see whether he looked even better naked. Mmmm... My mind wandered, imagining myself tracing my tongue along his hard pecs, to his abdomen, and then down his happy trail, to his...
"Thank you for agreeing to come on such short notice, Ms. Hamilton. I'm so glad
My curiosity had gotten the better of me. I told Gary I would go upstairs to see what was required of me -- much to Gary's visible relief. "Awesome! Thanks a million, Linds!" He turned and happily walked away, a little bounce in his step. Sure, I thought: you're happy. You're leaving now, to go home and enjoy your weekend.
I, on the other hand, was about to meet Jeff Hansen face to face. I grabbed my purse and trotted over to the bathroom to check that there wasn't something stuck in my teeth before facing the inevitable. Once in the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Nope, I hadn't miraculously become beautiful since last time I looked. I gave myself a critical once-over: same dark-blond hair, tied up in a loose bun. Good skin, clear green eyes. Luckily, I had good cheekbones, despite my full-figured frame. My lips were nice and full, too. But then, there was my figure. I sighed in resignation. I would never be model-thin -- far from it. I had more curves than I knew what to do with. I had a tough time finding clothes that fit me well and were professional, since most of those kinds of clothes seemed designed for stick figures. Today, I had on a dark red button-down silk blouse and a black skirt that hugged my hips without being too revealing. I smoothed the skirt and re-tucked my blouse. On impulse, I took my hair out of its bun and brushed it out, letting it fall gently over my shoulders. My hair was one of my best features, and I figured it shouldn't go to waste on this first impression. I reapplied my lipstick, gave myself a final glance, and then exited the bathroom.
I wandered over to the elevator, my thoughts all a jumble. When the doors opened, I got in and pressed the button for the top floor -- the first time I had ever done so. The doors closed, and time seemed to warp and slow as the elevator made the steady, mechanical ascent to the top. I heard the bell ding, and the doors opened again to reveal a large reception area, done in rich chocolate browns and deep reds, with inviting leather sofas to one side, and a large reception desk to the other.
Behind the desk sat a gorgeous blond woman, impeccably dressed. "May I he lp you?" she intoned in a sultry voice. Great, I thought; I'm already intimidated by the secretary. Sighing inwardly, I steeled myself.
"Yes," I said brightly. "I was told Mr. Hansen wanted to see me. Lindsay Hamilton."
"Ah, yes, Ms. Hamilton. Right this way." Well, at least so far, it seemed like Gary hadn't been lying. The woman escorted me down a hallway past a conference room, to a large door. She rapped three times on the door, and then turned the knob. "Mr. Hansen? Ms. Hamilton is here to see you," she said smoothly, opening the door completely and nodding to me to go through.
I stepped inside. The décor in here was similar in style to the reception area, but a little lighter in palette. One entire wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows with a stunning view of the late-afternoon city skyline. It was so beautiful that I forgot why I was there for a moment, until I heard a deep, throaty voice say, "Ms. Hamilton. It's a pleasure to meet you."
I looked toward the desk to see Jeff Hansen in the flesh walking toward me. And what gorgeous flesh it was. Good God, this guy was even hotter up close than he was far away. He held out his hand, and my smaller one was enveloped in his larger, muscular one. His broad shoulders perfectly filled out his impeccably tailored suit. He was stunning, and moved with such fluid ease in his clothes, which fit him so well. Even so, I found myself wishing I could get a chance to see whether he looked even better naked. Mmmm... My mind wandered, imagining myself tracing my tongue along his hard pecs, to his abdomen, and then down his happy trail, to his...
"Thank you for agreeing to come on such short notice, Ms. Hamilton. I'm so glad
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