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I swallowed.
"You definitely dodged a bullet there. The guy's a pig like the rest of them."
A bigger pig than I thought, anyway. "Did they…?" God, this was pathetic. "Do you know if anything happened?"
"No idea. I was too busy trying to get in Michael Hooper's good graces."
I smiled. "You have a thing for Michael?"
"How could you not?" she asked. "Just the way he looks in a suit makes me wet."
Well, there's the line crossed."Can I ask you something, Franny?"
"Anything," she said. "Except for Mike Hooper's number because I don't have it yet."
"Do you think this looks okay for a date?"
She looked me up and down, her eyes no doubt appreciating the immaculate construction of my Ralph Lauren pantsuit and the red blouse underneath. "No?"
Fuck. "Doesn't matter," I said, looking away to hide my disappointment. "It's not really a date, anyway."
"Lose the jacket and put on a pencil skirt."
My eyes found hers again.
"No one looks better in a pencil skirt than you do."
"What?"
"I'm not just saying that. Every guy in the office thinks so."
"Really?"
"Really," she said, folding her arms and squinting at me. "And take your hair down."
"I hate wearing my hair down." I lifted a hand behind my head and patted the outside of my carefully pinned updo.
"Don't get me wrong, it looks nice up. But most guys are suckers for sexy long hair, so if you've got it…"
I nibbled the inside of my lip. "I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard."
"It's your call," she said, lifting her palms. "But when you've got your hair up like that, it looks like you're not trying at all."
I scrunched my face.
"Your turn."
I blinked at her, praying she wasn’t about to ask whether I could see her leopard print bra through her shirt.
"You've worked with Michael for years. Give me something."
I looked up at the ceiling, wracking my brain for some tidbit she might find helpful. "We haven't been on a project together in ages."
She made a face like no one was leaving the bathroom until I coughed something up.
"He's really into sports."
Her doll-like lashes batted slowly like she didn’t appreciate me wasting her time.
