He stood too close to her, crowding into her personal space. She could smell his Hugo Boss aftershave and could almost count the number of his eyelashes, he was standing so close. He smiled easily and looked her over slowly. Adam was a good-looking guy, but she had long ago lost any admiration she had for him.

His eyes flicked to the rack of lacy underthings behind her and they darkened before coming back to her. “I hope you’re buying something pretty,” he said.

“I’m ...