CHAPTER 42: NICK
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“Ma’am,” Nick said, using a drawl as his eyes raked over her body.
She was dressed as a peasant girl with a long, tan skirt and white, scooped-neck blouse. His palms itched to skim up and under that skirt. Would she be wearing conventional underwear or would that too be part of the costume? Exactly what kind of underwear did farm girls wear? He couldn’t wait to find out.
“Mister.” She fought a smile as she placed her purse down on the table and locked the door behind her. She tugged her shirt up, covering her breasts.
“You’re old man Johnson’s daughter aren’t you?” He took another sip of his drink. He loved that shirt. It was too big for her and kept slipping down, giving him a peek at the top of her breasts.
“Y-yes, sir.”
“And what brings you to see me?”
