Meeting Mrs. Evans.

William walked along the halls of the sixth floor. White walls, gray carpet and several offices around. Seemed quite standard. He reached office 605 and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he heard from the other side, so he opened the door.

The office was certainly big, but not as much as he imagined. It had tall windows on the back, the same gray carpet as the halls and several shelves full of differently labeled folders. Behind a big metal desk was a woman. A gorgeous woman.

Long blonde hair. A huge rack to rival Amelia’s, perhaps even bigger. She was curvy and dressed in a white blazer, matching tight skirt and a black shirt. She looked to be in her late 30s at most. He didn’t think she could be over 40.

‘She’s pent up. She’ll devour you if you don’t devour her first.’

“Mr. William Sawyer, correct?” she asked, thoroughly eyeing him up and down with a scrutinizing look.

“Yes ma’am. A pleasure to meet you.”

She stood up and walked up to William. As she shook his hand professionally, he noticed she was about his same height.

“Likewise. I’m Cynthia Evans. Come, take a seat.”

She returned to her seat and he took his opposite to hers, across the desk.

“Did you bring the photos I asked for?”

“I did,” he got his camera from his backpack and gave it to her. She turned it on and started browsing through his work.

“Good landscapes pictures, clear crowd shots…” She muttered to herself. “Moving shots are good, as well. No blurriness.” She nodded. “Yes, I think we can work with you, Mr. Sawyer. I like what you have here,” she said, handing him back his camera. “But I’m more interested in these.”

She showed him her phone screen with one of the pictures he took of Amelia in her underwear. That made him swallow, nervous.

“I have an eye for these things, Mr. Sawyer. When I see an opportunity, I take it. This isn’t a big company, but it’s only been two years since I started it. Pictures like these will make my business rise to the top,” she said with an excited smirk.

“Why do you say that?”

“Our website already sees lots of traffic thanks to our Instagram page. Women come looking for something that’ll make them look like our models and men come to ogle at the models themselves, giving us great sponsor revenues. However, I always felt we were missing something.”

“What’s that?”

“Erotism.” She chuckled when she saw his eyes widening. “No, Mr. Sawyer. I don’t mean something like porn. I’m talking about this.” She showed him the picture again. “You had sex with Amelia right before taking these, am I correct?”

William swallowed again and nodded.

“I knew it!” Her excited smirk grew. “Her smoldering eyes as she looks at the camera, her flushed face, her body language that clearly says she wants more. Yet it’s all hidden so well behind the visage of a simple lingerie model. This is what my business is missing, Mr. Sawyer! That subtle erotism, the look of desire behind every picture will make us sell like never before! That’s why…”