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Holy transformation!

“What happened to you?” I ask.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Christensen,” she says.

She’s playing me like a fiddle.

I grab hold of her wrists and pull her into my office.

I stick my head out and look left, then right to make sure there are no witnesses.

The coast is clear.

Satisfied, I close the door and lock it.

I turn around, lean against the door and drink in every sinful inch of her.

Her angelic smile betrays the spark of mirth flashing bright in her eyes.

“Good afternoon, Miss Buchanan,” I say. “What prompted this?” I wave my finger up and down the length of her body.

“Something new,” she says with a coquettish one-shoulder shrug.

“The dress is a knockout.”

“Thank you. I love it, too. Once again, Andrea steered me in the right direction.”

Bless Andrea.

Arianne is adorned in a long-sleeved wrap-around dress that reaches her ankles with a sexy criss-cross at the chest that showcases the swell of her breasts. The long sash wrapped at her waist makes my fingers itch. The slit at the front doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the pair of nude strappy heels she’s wearing. The same pendant she wore the other day rests against her chest.

Then, there’s the cascade of highlighted shoulder-length hair framing her face.

She’s blonder than she was on Friday.

Her wide, eager brown eyes stand out behind the rim of a subtle plum and gold eyeshadow combo and the flared out black eyeliner around them.

And the muted pink kissable lips beg for mine.

Her mere presence throws me off-kilter.

God, she’s more beautiful than ever.

“The vibrant color of your dress makes quite the statement,” I say. “You wear it well.”

“Thank you.”

“New hair and a new wardrobe.” Like I wasn’t already screwed. “Way to start the week on the right foot.”

“And new lingerie. A lot of new lingerie… many are quite skimpy and naughty. A big departure for me. The sales lady at French Appliqué insisted their selections are designed to bring men to their knees.”

She had to go there.

“Not that I’d know what that means, but I decided to take her word for it and I bought all the flattering combos. Why the hell not, right? Now, it’s a matter of finding a man who would be a willing victim. Hmmm… who could it be?” She grins at me.

I narrow my gaze at her.

What the fuck did she have for breakfast this morning? A seduction smoothie with an extra scoop of vixen protein?

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