Steamed
“Is that a molecular detector in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
The voice that called out as I passed was female, soft, and sultry as hell. I paused to toss a grin at one of the two women who were occupying the big kidney-shaped desk that graced the front lobby of the Nordic Tech building. “Morning, Karin. Would it be against human resources policy if I was to tell you how much I liked that top?”
The red-haired receptionist giggled and leaned forward, giving me a better-than-normal view of her cleavage in the skimpy tank top that she liked to wear on casual-dress Fridays. “Probably, but I’m not going to tell anyone. You know my rule, Jack.”
“What happens in reception stays in reception?” I asked, winking.
She giggled again. “You’re so naughty. You look really yummy yourself in khaki. Is that the new Airship Pirates shirt?”
“It is. Saw them last night at the Foundry,” I answered, naming a local hot spot favored by bands that were a bit out of the mainstream.
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