She was in their office alone for just long enough to start to fuss with the remaining wrinkles on her skirt. She clearly could have put more attention into the charm work she’d done after digging the black knee-length pencil skirt out of the back of her closet. She thought she’d been extremely clever in pairing the grey undershirt he’d left folded for her this morning, with a fitted black blazer. She’d shrunk the shirt a couple of sizes to reduce the bulge, but it was obviously still his. 