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hands clasped behind his back. "Yes, sir?"
    He turned his head toward her, but didn't move from the glass. "Ah. There you are. Come in. Close the door."
    Heidi did as she was told, standing between the two wing-backed chairs, waiting.
    Today had seemed like such a normal office day, she had almost forgotten the events of yesterday and the day before—but her body remembered. Her bottom was tingling and there was a slow heat beginning to spread through her lower belly, just looking at the way he stood, the way his eyes shifted when the door clicked shut behind her.
    "Syracuse, you said?" He strode toward his desk. "Where did you intern?"
    She cleared her throat, knowing he must already know, if he had seen her resume. "I was a wardrobe stylist here in New York for the Tommy Hilfiger Merchandise Coordinator."
    He chuckled, shaking his head. "Mr. Bourgeois himself."
    She flushed. "He's no Kaiser."
    "No." His eyes flicked up to hers, moving over her face. "I want you to look at these."
    He nodded toward his desk, where there were long rectangular fabric samples laid out over the surface. Heidi hesitated, looking at him and seeing his nod as she reached her hand out for them. The minute her fingers touched them, she sighed, her eyes brightening as she felt each one, immediately beginning to sort.
    "What are you doing?" He watched her, his eyes interested.
    She looked up, startled. "Oh... just... these over here aren't anywhere near Kaiser quality..."
    Pulling out three of the samples, she held them up to the light. "Now, these...
    have promise. The finer weight... these are handmade... and imported, I would guess.
    Italy?"
    "Yes." He smiled. "Tell me something, Heidi... do you weave?"
    Dropping the fabric, she stammered at him, her face growing brighter. "I... yes...
    sir... since I was a little girl."
    "Not so long ago." He sat in his chair and leaned back to look at her. "You haven't had an easy life, have you, Miss Bauer?" She didn't answer him, looking down at her hands, clasped in front of her now, the fabric samples forgotten.
    "Heidi," he reminded her. "I asked you a question."
    "No, sir." She swallowed
    Nodding, he dipped his head, trying to catch her eye, but she refused to look up.
    "You have a fantastic eye, and from what I've seen of the portfolio you turned in, you are an excellent designer. It puzzles me, why you didn't start in our export house or manufacturing...?" She felt the question in his words but she didn't answer him, and she was grateful he didn't ask her directly.
    He stood, moving toward her. "Well, we do have a minor disciplinary matter to tend to before we leave today, don't we?" Heidi gasped when he swept the samples onto the floor at their feet. She stared at his desk blotter, seeing how wrinkled it was from her cheek resting against it yesterday. Flushing at the memory, she held her breath, watching him.
    "It will take you a while to learn the rules." He carefully pulled the soiled blotter out of the corners one at a time. "I expect that discipline may take up a bit of our time for a while."
    "I'm not unfair," he went on. "But ignorance is not an excuse. The words, 'I didn't know' mean nothing to me. Compliance is expected and noncompliance will be punished. Do you understand?"
    "Yes, Mr. Kaiser."
    He nodded once, his eyes slipping down from her face over the line of her jacket, the curve of her skirt over her hips. "Let's see if you're in compliance with the dress code. Turn around."
    Heidi turned to face his desk, looking over her shoulder at him standing behind her.
    "Skirt up."
    She edged it up, revealing her navy blue stockings attached to the garters underneath.
    He let out a pent-up breath. "Very good, Miss Bauer." Her face blushed with his praise, his reaction. She could almost feel his eyes moving over the rounded curve of her ass, her skirt lifted high. "But the panties are a problem."
    He reached around her, pressing the button under the desk and locking the door.
    Then he opened the top