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quick to notice things like cleavage or short skirts or sexy shoes, and she was always very free about touching, so much so that Diana sometimes wondered if Shyla might be bisexual. Diana wasn’t into that scene, so if Shyla ever made a move on her, she’d have to turn her down in such a way that they could remain friends. But even if she wasn’t into other girls, Diana never minded hearing she looked hot.
    In response to Shyla’s comment, she glanced down at her chest. She hadn’t really planned it or even noticed, but indeed, the low cut of her new black suit, along with the superb support of her Adrianna bra, showed off her breasts to considerable advantage.
    Returning her gaze to Shyla, she laughed. “Believe it or not, I didn’t even realize.”
    Now it was Shyla’s turn to let out a near-cackle. “As a matter of fact, I don’t believe it. I know you too well.”
    Diana and Shyla had been out dancing and drinking together before—well, back before Bradley and her quest to clean up her act—and they’d had lots of occasions to discuss sex. Diana seldom felt a need for secrets, so she’d filled Shyla in on her past and her nearly constant hunger for pleasure.
    “Come on, now, you know I’m trying to change my ways.” She’d filled Shyla in on that, too, much to her girlfriend’s consternation.
    “My granddaddy always used to say—you can take the feathers off a chicken, but it’s still a chicken.”
    Diana just blinked, then squinted. “What?”
    Shyla grinned. “Girl, you can try to change your ways, but you’re still the same you inside.” She gave her head a knowing tilt. “And the you I know was born to be naughty.”
    Diana cast a playful smirk and decided to change the subject. “So did you just come in here to ogle and harass me, or did you actually have a purpose for your visit?”
    “It so happens, I do have a purpose, Miss Cleavage.” She raised her eyebrows. “Richard wants to see you in his office. Asked me to let you know as soon as you got here.”
    Diana’s curiosity instantly piqued; this sounded important. “No idea what he wants?” Richard was their boss, an Adrianna’s VP.
    “No, sugar, but I suspect he’ll enjoy lookin’ at those pretty breasts as much as I am.” With that, she winked and disappeared from the doorway.
    Diana just laughed and shook her head, then picked up her coffee cup and made her way down the hall to Richard’s office. She leaned around the doorway to peek inside, knocking on his open door; he looked up and smiled. “Diana, come on in. Have a seat.”
    Richard was a very attractive man in his mid-thirties who the old Diana would probably have pursued, except that he was married with kids. Even so, she wondered if Shyla was right, if he’d notice her boobs. Which, she thought immediately, should make her feel guilty. But it didn’t. Damn, what if Shyla was right about feathers and chickens?
    Diana sat down in the leather chair across from his desk and crossed her legs, her skirt rising a little higher on her thighs. “Shyla said you wanted to see me?”
    Richard tilted his head, looking like he had bad news. “I know you’re not fond of last minute travel,” he began slowly.
    He was right. They’d discussed it many times. Diana loved traveling for her job, but she liked a little notice, and didn’t always get it, due to store openings being pushed up or held back. She simply nodded and waited, already feeling tense. He was going to tell her she had to get on a plane tomorrow or the next day, leaving her no chance to wrap up or delegate the important items on her desk at the moment.
    “Well, unfortunately, this particular edict comes down from Adrianna herself.”
    Adrianna Kline, founder, CEO, and namesake of the company. Diana sat up a little straighter.
    “She wants you in Vegas, Diana.” The corporate office. “Seems that ever since Kelly Winston left marketing, the catalog team is suffering from a lack of female input. Given that