“Yes! I'm just..working up to it is all” Jen Sutton was about to walk into one of New York City's most prestigious contemporary art galleries and ask one of the art world's most notorious art dealers, Rick Harmon, out to dinner. She had been sitting in the car for more than five minutes working up her courage. Her impatient and often abrasive roommate Sarah was not helping her confidence building. “I shouldn't have worn this ridiculous dress” Jen said as she looked down at her legs, the short dress hugging her thighs tightly. She felt awkward in the dress Sarah picked out for her. She often felt awkward in anything that showed her knees. “Girl you look gorgeous! You can't expect to pull one over on him anyway. He'll know what you're trying to do so you might as well do it right and look sexy.” She was right and Jen knew it. Harmon wasn't an idiot and the plan was never to fool him.
