I took my time pulling on my clothes. I knew she was watching. Even as she stood there with her arms crossed, trying to maintain that "ice queen" boardroom persona, I could see her eyes darting toward me every time I moved. She caught a glimpse of my bare chest, then the V-line of my hips as I stepped back into my trousers.
"You can stop pretending to look at the squat rack, Abigail," I said, my voice smooth and brimming with confidence. "The mirrors in here are high-definition. I can see your reflection."
She stiffened, a faint flush creeping up her neck, clashing beautifully with the sharp cream color of her blazer. "You're delusional, Hart. I came here to discuss the distribution merger, not to watch a live demonstration of your... 'magic' as that girl called it."
