CHAPTER 7
“FARRAH, COULD YOU take a bunch of flowers around to my wife? I need to work late again.”
Another day, another town, another name. I’d borrowed Farrah’s social security number and was now the proud owner of my own office cubicle. Working as a secretary to the boss of a lingerie company wasn’t my dream job either, but it was a step up from serving up all-day breakfasts with a fake smile.
“Of course, Mr. Dobson.”
Although, my new boss did give Rick a run for his money in the pervert stakes. While Rick was quite open about his appreciation of the female form, Mr. Dobson hid his proclivities behind closed doors and a veneer of respectability. I’d only worked at Love Your Curves for two weeks, and I already knew that if a model wanted to be in the catalogue, she had to get down on
