"Mr. Grant, you're back!"
Shirley Thorne's almond eyes were full of surprise. She lifted the hem of her skirt with her delicate, pale hands and ran toward Ethan Grant with small, hurried steps.
Her long hair was down, covering her beautiful, bare back. The strapless top hugged her perfect curves, revealing her delicate collarbones.
Ethan Grant took a step back and looked away, his tone calm. "How are the preparations for the art exhibition coming along?"
"The art exhibition?"
Shirley Thorne stopped in her tracks, her usually lively features freezing. 'What kind of preparations does an art exhibition need?' she wondered.
'Oh, Mr. Grant must be asking how I'm going to stir up drama that day!'
"They're underway!"
Shirley Thorne smiled sweetly, her eyelashes fluttering. "Want to see?"
Ethan Grant's brow furrowed slightly. "See what?"
"See how I'm going to stir up drama at the exhibition!" Shirley Thorne said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
