Grace sat down in the chair opposite him fixing him with her warm brown eyes. She slid something across the desk towards him.
‘I just wanted to check with you.’ She licked her pink lips for a second. ‘How, exactly, do I use this?’
He stared down at the company credit card. ‘What do you mean?’
She bit her lip now and crossed one leg over the other. Her skirt slid up her thigh and he tore his eyes away and fixed on her eyes.
Big mistake.
‘I mean, do I sign—can I sign? Or do I need a pin number or something?’
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