I can't count how many times that day I cursed him. Every time someone looked down at my chest and I saw a light come on in a man's eyes, I mentally called Reed every name I could think of. Lizzie did not help when she stopped by to drop off some papers for Jordan. Her eyes bugged out at the obvious sight of my n*****s through my shirt. When she opened her mouth to make some smart-ass comment, but I just gave her backside a pointed look. She bit her words back and awkwardly shuffled out the door. I stifled a giggle, finding the whole situation we both were in hilariously ironic.
I was never so happy as to see the clock hit home time than I was that day. I rapidly cleared my desk and grabbed my purse, then went to knock on Reed's door to make sure he didn't need anything else before I wen
