““You look nice." His words were flat and noncommittal, but his voice and gaze were laced with sex. I looked down at myself. Button-down floral shirt. Slacks. Sensible flats. Work clothes. I'd tucked my hair into a clip before I arrived and made sure none of my lunch was still stuck in my teeth, but my appearance wasn't worth mentioning. "What's a girl got to do to look like crap around here?" [...] "Be somebody else, I guess.””
