I had to close this deal no matter the cost! Even if I have to go well beyond the extra mile. I can’t let this deal fall through.
Too bad the airport lost my suitcase. Too bad the suitcase I have doesn’t belong to me. Too bad it only has clothes that would be completely inappropriate for a business meeting. Too bad I don’t have a choice but to wear them.
I feel so exposed in these clothes. Like everyone can see every inch of me. I feel like I’m on complete display, bared to the eyes of all of these strange men.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I like it.
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There was that look again, that calm appraising glance that went up and down my body. He was handsome and charming in his own way, but I was a professional. No matter how much I might have wanted this in other circumstances I had to make an exception here.
Even if there was a part of me that did appreciate the way he was looking at me. Even though the glance he gave me was far hungrier than the one that he had given anyone of the naked women walking around the club.
“Thank you,” I replied.
“Honestly I have to say,” he said, “I appreciate the hustle.”
“The hustle?” I asked, wondering what exactly it was he was talking about.
“You know,” he said, “The willingness to go the extra mile. To do what it takes to close the deal. No matter what. I have to say I don’t know how you knew it but you had those two wrapped around your little finger from moment one. Hell you had me too.”
I smiled and blushed a little deeper at this. I was so happy that this was working out for me.
“And I mean your pitch would have been enough,” he said, “This weekend added to that really sealed the deal for us. But honestly going that extra mile is just amazing. I know with complete confidence that you’ll do what it takes to keep us happy. Even if that is wearing a see-through dress.”
It was like a splash of cold water over me. It took me a moment to realize what it was that he was saying and another to look down at myself and see that he wasn’t lying.
Oh shit.
I was wearing a see-through dress.
It must have been difficult to notice in the light of the hotel room and in the elevator I must have been so distracted it didn’t even register with me. But this explained everything. The looks I’d gotten in the casino. The attention in this club. The way these men had just responded to me so quickly.
They were stunned because I was really and truly exposed to them.
I felt so ashamed, so embarrassed. I wanted to cover up. I wanted to tell him the truth about the suitcase switch up. I wanted to explain everything to him and dash for my hotel room and bury my head in the pillows until this whole weekend was over.
But I couldn’t do that.