Allyson's POV
Standing before the mirror, I examined my reflection with satisfaction. The golden dress clung to my curves like liquid metal, its fabric catching the light with each subtle movement. The high slit revealed just enough of my thigh to be tantalizing without crossing into inappropriate territory. My makeup was flawless tonight - crimson lipstick that made my mouth look luscious and soft waves that cascaded over my shoulders.
I felt radiant, powerful even. Adjusting the neckline, I ensured my cleavage was perfectly framed, my figure enhanced by the carefully chosen undergarments. Tonight had a purpose beyond business. I wanted Michael's attention, craved the moment when his controlled facade would crack and he would see me as more than just a colleague.
The sharp buzz of my phone interrupted my admiration. Michael's text reminded me they were already waiting. The clock showed 7:15 - I was running behind schedule.
