Maisie
Ms. Zaytsev was dressed in the smallest suit I'd ever seen in my life.
The skirt was so tight, barely coming down mid-thigh--or maybe she had hiked it up--and all I saw for the first few seconds were her smooth, creamy shaved thighs and long legs.
Then my eyes dragged higher.
Her jacket was unbuttoned, but the blouse beneath it wasn't. Too many buttons were left open and the deep V of the neckline framed the swell of her breasts, and the red lace of her bra stood out against her pale skin.
Her hair was brushed over her left shoulder, leaving the long line of her neck completely exposed. The soft hollow where her neck met her shoulder was particularly bare, with her jacket pulled even lower at that point to reveal her veins and the pounding pulse beneath.
A rather convenient coincidence, walking into the office of an unmated Lycan male looking like you wanted to get bitten.
Unless it wasn't a coincidence at all.
