The Consequence
“She was dressed in the exact outfit she’d been wearing that infamous day she bumped into Simon coming out of the elevator. Even her hair was pinned up the same way, same glasses, and beneath her basic beige uniform of sweater and pencil skirt, she wore the same pink bra and panties she had worn that day.
There was only one thing that hinted at the tigress that smoldered beneath her bland exterior. Her red hot lips to match the soles of her four-inch, black, peekaboo Louboutins.
Checking her ass out in the mirror as she turned to one side then another, she smiled. Despite the boring color of her skirt, it was couture and clung to her curves. In the heels, she pretty much rocked it.
Flicking off the light switch, she strode to her kitchen, pulled one of the oak chairs from the table, and dragged it to the middle of the room. Humming, she poured herself a glass of the merlot she had opened and allowed to breathe before she’d hopped in the shower.
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