At least he was advertising the company’s products. Rob considered himself lucky his staff didn’t walk around the office in the black mask and leather underwear combo that had been their bestseller last Christmas. It was one hell of a business. He smiled at Anita, who was walking by, hips twitching. She did stand out in the crowd. She stopped at his counter, saying, “Sweetie!” “I prefer Sweetums, you know,” Rob said, deadpan. The erotically charged atmosphere was getting to him. Or maybe it was just that he couldn’t get that beautiful blonde out of his mind. Had he ever met a sexier woman in his life? He felt a stirring in his shorts that he tamped immediately, knowing full well Anita’s reaction if she thought his erection was for her. He really needed to get back to his office and spreadsheets. “Oh you,” Anita giggled and ran a hot pink-taloned finger down his exposed forearm. “I was wondering…” “Yes?” He jerked his arm away. “Is there any chance you might be featuring anyone other than yourself on your packaging again anytime soon?”
