She loved rain and its clean scent, but right now she’d give anything for it to have been a nice, dry desert day. “Damn, damn, damn!” she muttered as she reached the glass doors and yanked one of them open. In the space of time it had taken her to get from her car to the building, she became totally drenched. Her cream silk shirt was plastered to her skin, and her mauve linen skirt kept hiking up her thighs, damn near exposing her garters, her guilty little secret—wearing such sexy underwear beneath her clothing. Thank goodness she’d swept her hair up and fastened it with a clip so at least she wouldn’t look like a drowned poodle. The natural curl in her red hair went nuts when it got wet. It was bad enough she was going to be attending her job interview looking like she’d taken a shower in her clothing. Both the security guard on duty and the information desk clerk looked at her with interest, but she ignored them and took quick strides to the elevator bank. She inhaled a deep breath as she waited for the car and her nerves jumped when it dinged.
