Ava

When I showed up at work that boring Monday morning, nothing had prepared me for the events that were to follow. I was wearing my favorite white blouse and black skirt.

The blouse was a sleeveless linen top, so I paired it with a jacket. It had a deep neckline, showing a lot of cleavage, and it clung tightly to my body.

No, I wasn’t dressing up for anyone at work. I disliked half of the men in my office; a good percentage of the other half were already married, while the rest were much ...