Lisa moseyed over and looked Bennett squarely in the eye, making no attempt to hide her intent. Bennett’s pupils weren’t dilated, and the amber luminescence was clear. There was a thin rim of whiskey-brown bordering the resinous color, and the threads of champagne gold running through them sparkled in the fluorescent light of the office.

Bennett tipped up her chin, adjusting to the height difference Lisa’s high heels had caused. Without them, there was only a one-inch difference between them, but now Bennett’s five-feet-nine wasn’t quite all it was cracked up to be. It only took a second for Bennett to realize what Lisa was doing, but secretly enjoying Lisa’s penchant for breath mints, Bennett allotted her a few more seconds before speaking. “I didn’t feed, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I can see that,” Lisa said, stepping away. “Can I ask why not? It’s been nearly three weeks.”

“I have other ways of curbing that particular appetite, as well you know.”

Lisa frowned and returned to leaning against the desk. “That’s not the same thing, and we both know it.”

“Yes, we do, and if I were on a battlefield fighting for mankind, womankind, or my kind, tonight may well have had a different outcome, but I’m not currently at war with anyone…and they smelled like old feet.”

“Oh, that’s disgusting,” Lisa said, wrinkling her nose.

“You’re telling me.”

“Okay,” Lisa said, slapping her thighs. “Well, now that we’re done talking about your extra-curricular activities, I need to bring you up to speed on the day before I boogie out of here. I’ve got a lot to tell you.”

“That sounds promising.” Bennett took off her belt, and unzipping her pants, she turned her back on Lisa to step out of her trousers. “The floor’s all yours.”

Bennett straightened, and after checking to make sure she’d left nothing in her pants pockets, she tossed them onto a nearby chair. Confused why Lisa had yet to speak, Bennett looked over at the woman who now appeared entranced with Bennett’s ass.

“I’d ask if you see anything you like, but I doubt Jimmy would appreciate it if you did.”

Lisa flinched. “What? Oh, sorry,” she said, prying her eyes away from the delightful view. “Um…where were we?”

“You were going to fill me in on the day.”

“Right,” Lisa said with a nod. “Well, first, I sold the Pollock and the Sobieski sculpture today, so we’ll need a few new pieces for the southwest corner.”

“Let me guess,” Bennett said, stepping into the clean pair of trousers. “Mrs. Fairweather-Jones bought the Pollock.”

“You are correct.”

“It’s about time. She’s been swooning over it for weeks. Is she still planning to put it in her cottage in Rockport?”