Snapping photos of the people in the waiting room was as simple as frowning at a make-believe email and firing off a response. Smartphones made his job far too simple. The elevator dinged in the hallway. From his position, he had an excellent vantage of the comings and goings at the main reception desk. Turning a page, he was treated to a set of long, gorgeous legs striding up the hallway. The black heels didn’t quite do the muscles on her legs justice, but they certainly made them stand out in stark relief. Lifting his phone as though it just buzzed to tell him he had a message, he let his gaze follow the black stocking clad legs—he caught the barest peek of lace topping the stocking in the split of her skirt—to the barely-there dress hugging her every curve. The sheath left little to the imagination, and the crisscross jacket at the top gave the impression of arms wrapped around her to cup her breasts. Drooling on the job isn’t acceptable.
