"Mr. Slader," the husky purr from the redhead attracted the attention of almost everyone at the table.
Sasha looked over so fast, her neck almost cracked.
What did this lady want with Bruce?
With the exception of the chairman, Clara Kane and Rayne who were chattering away, laughing to themselves, everyone at the table now looked at Cassandra.
The lady was quite prepared, and her red lips curved up into a delicious smile.
"You haven't yet told us," Her words were smoky, sultry, and slow, pulling in her victims slowly with each sound, "what exactly our duties will be, Mr. Slader."
Sasha could not keep her eyes off the sexy redhead and the confidence and pure seductive energy rolling off her body.
Could any man resist the arousal she was sure to bring on?
Could Bruce, the ever-uptight supervisor, even escape the charm of this voluptuous lady?
The whole table seemed at her trance.
