I swallow hard, my nerves suddenly returning like a rush of flooding tide waters.
“Ch-changes?” I stammer. “What do you mean?”
Dominik smiles, nearly melting me like a bar of chocolate in the hot summer sun. “Well, I have certain rules for how my girls dress around the office, and well…” he says as he looks me up and down again with those eyes…those penetrating eyes of his. “Well, let’s just say you’re breaking those rules right now, sweetheart.”
I’m instantly taken back to moments ago when Gretchen came racing out of his office, her face red and streaked with tears.
“Let me guess,” I say. “Heels and a skirt?”
Dominik c***s his head to the side and lowers his chin with an impressed look on his face. “Well, well, well. You’re one sharp cookie, aren’t you? It seems Carlos was right to h
