Maybe later

"Your next appointment, Ms. Hough is here," your receptionist says to you as you buzz Julianne Hough, clad in a tiny white shirt and a short black skirt, into your office.

You've heard a lot of rumors about Julianne lately, and although none of them have to do anything with her career, you're nonetheless excited to have her here in your office with you.

But it doesn't take you very long to figure out that she was going to drag her feet with you, since she seemed to be interested in being anywhere but there.

"I have to say, I don't think I quite understand why you're here Julianne," you tell her as she sits down on your couch and looks around your office.

"Oh, I definitely am interested in your business talents John," she tells you, "but I have heard some things about you and your clients that could be considered a turn-off for me."

"I can assure you that any personal time I might make for my clients and myself will have nothing to do with my ability to manage you," you tell her, drawing up a contract as you try not to stare at her tremendously tight body.

"Take this and look it over and make your own decision Julianne," you tell her, handing her the rough draft of the contract, "I can't make your decisions for you."