"That's too bad..." I say, circling the desk in his direction. "Because unfortunately, planning a party requires a lot of input from the client. You." I perch myself on the lip of Locke's desk, immediately to his right. And I cross my legs slowly, letting him peruse my thighs. Letting him catalogue my garter belts and a hint of pink panties. "We'd have to work closely together to make sure everything runs...smooth. And tight."

Once upon a time, I was something of a flirt. Some even called me a ...