Chapter 137: Paige, Buttering Him Up!

Oliver Morris lounged in the chair, one leg slung over the other, the picture of leisure. The moment Paige walked in, his eyes lit up. She wore a sharp sales-rep suit: a pale aqua blazer over a white blouse that showed off her full bust, her curves practically sculpted. Below, a tight pencil skirt hugged her rounded hips, the lines smooth and firm. Her long legs shimmered in glossy nude stockings, more striking than classic black. Paige looked hot enough to burn. Her pretty face only sharpened...