She looked beautiful today. Hell, she looked beautiful every day, but she was dressed modestly and professionally in a dark skirt suit and sensible heels. Her hair was pulled back and held with a black clip. All morning, I’d itched to reach over and pull it out, run my fingers through the strands, muss it up a little. Until the moment she stepped out of her house this morning, I’d had no idea that I had a skirt suit fetish.
