“HELLO, I’M MARTINE, Mr. Johnson’s Executive Assistant.”
Emily held out her hand and tried not to let her eyes roam over the beautiful woman in front of her. It was rude and she hated it when people did it to her, but Martine was gorgeous. She was the same woman who’d been in the red dress on Saturday night, but in her corporate attire she was even more breathtaking than in formal wear.
Her minimal makeup accentuated her flawless skin and huge eyes, while the designer black skirt and suit jacket accentuated her femininity without making her sexually aggressive. An amazing ensemble and one Emily wished she could emulate.
“It’s nice to see you again, Martine. I’m Emily Sanders.”
“Thank you so much for coming in on such short notice. Emily. Please take a seat.”
Emily sat on the black lea
