Later, Heather, the woman who made weekly shipments, approached Taylor in her office. “Hey, this new girl is great and everything, but she doesn’t seem that… familiar with the stock.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, she doesn’t seem to know a bustier from a corset or a G-string from a thong.”
Taylor shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, Heather. I hired her because she had just the right kind of personality for sales. I didn’t even bother to ask how familiar she was with lingerie.”
They both took a glimpse through the office door, watching Janie at work. A scan of her outfit – jeans, t-shirt, tennis shoes – revealed somebody a little out of her element at a lingerie shop. She was a tomboy, pure and simple. Lingerie was probably as foreign to her as a nun’s habit.
A glimmer came to He
