Chapter Two

Grant Nichols stared grimly at the e-mail message Keith Myers pilfered from a female employee’s desk.

“Who did you say sent this?”

“I believe it was Felicity.”

“Felicity?”

“Miss Moon, the web designer.”

“The one with the wild black hair and the ….” He paused.

“Yes, that’s the one. Wore that really short skirt to the design meeting couple of weeks ago. You told me to have her wear something more appropriate next time.”

“Ah, yes, I remember.”

“Now I think she’s mocking you,” Keith said, nodding at the e-mail.

“How so?”

“References to prehistoric times, redneck sensitivity, macho posturing, gun-slinging … the women in the secretarial pool loved it, but the sarcasm and innuendo were rather pointed.”

“Yeah, I get the Texas backwoods references,” Grant droned. “I’m not that stupid.”

“And now she’s wearing long skirts instead of those micro-minis.”

“Is she?” He almost looked disappointed. No male employee hadn’t noticed the legs of a dancer beneath Felicity’s short skirts. Even if they were inappropriate in a business setting, she still looked hot. “And that’s a problem?”

“When you can see right through them it is.”

Grant’s eyes widened.

“And she wears no panties,” Keith said.

“See-through skirts? No panties? That obvious, huh?”

“In the right light, yes.” he nodded. “Her skirts almost hit her ankles so she looks like a gypsy with that hair and the bracelets and earrings, and the tube tops under her see-through blouses. Her nipples, are well … damn their huge, and she’s got quite an ass … terrific jiggle….” He stopped talking as if he was getting hot and bothered with just the thought of her.

“So, I suppose she doesn’t wear a bra either?”

“Not that I’ve ever noticed.”

Grant nodded slowly. “I see.”

“I think she’s mocking you, Grant. Every little bit of flesh is covered, but everything still shows.”

“Mocking me, huh? Right in front of my entire female staff.”

“She’s a first class brat if you ask me, cocky, arrogant, damned charming though. You saw what she did in that meeting. She could have been naked and everyone would have walked out in love