The office door was wide open, enough for the hallway light to cut a sharp line across the floor.
Victoria filled the frame completely. She wore a black halter-neck dress that clung to her body like a second skin. The deep V plunged between her heavy breasts, the fabric stretched tight over her narrow waist and wide hips.
Her long blonde hair fell loose over her shoulders, framing a face that showed no emotion, her sunglasses made it impossible to see any anyway.
Behind her, Dahlia stood in the hallway. She wore a tight white dress that hugged her body and let out a bit of her toned thighs and flat stomach.
The room felt smaller now. The air had turned thick, heavy with the smell of Victoria's sharp perfume. Every sound felt louder, even the faint noise of the overhead bulb could be hear.
Nash kept his hands loose at his sides, faking a calm face. There it was, the worst case scenario. There was a deep silence, but in his head, it was the rush hour.
