She still worried Mr. Mizenov would fire her. Perhaps he’d needed to sleep on the decision. She smoothed her hands over her skirt and crossed the street to the jewelry store. In her desperate need to impress her boss, she’d chosen her cutest summer outfit – a low cut peach colored blouse with a matching polka dot skirt that flared outward. A pair of beige three inch heels – the tallest she could walk in without tripping and falling flat on her face – completed her look.Her heart skipped a beat as she pressed the buzzer at the door. The store didn’t open for another hour and a half. Her mind fuzzed over at the realization that she would be alone with Mr. Mizenov for so long. Well, at least she would if he didn’t let her go.The boss of her slightly inappropriate wet dreams approached the door with his master key in hand. He opened the door and held it while she slowly entered the store, her heart in her throat. Disapproval was etched on his face, and she wished to see his displeasure gone.
