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Your job has blessed you with a significant pay raise. Significant. So you've had a chance to do a little shopping here and there during lunch breaks and after the rare early shifts. Ergo, on the morning of an important corporate meeting with Nanami, you decide to take extra care with your appearance, not as if you don't usually. This time, when you're standing outside the office, waiting for the driver to pick you up, you're wearing sleek black heels and sheer black stockings. You're wearing a perfectly fitted white shirt and your hair is tied in the slickest of ponytails, and finally, the star of the show is your black miniskirt. It wraps around your ass snugly, leaving an inch to spare, to keep it professional. A slight breeze rustles the leaves of the nearby trees, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and morning dew. The city around you is just beginning to stir with the sounds of traffic awakening, and in the midst of it all your ride arrives. The car swiftly parks in front of you, adjusting your purse on your shoulder, you open the backseat door and seat yourself. In the opposing rear-facing seat is Nanami.
"Morning sir." you greet with a smile, putting on your seat belt but you don't get a response. Instead, he orders the driver to be on his way. Nanami appears to be in rapt with your skirt which he plainly stares at, the way it rises when you move and its length. Uncertainty starts to bubble within you, worry that maybe the skirt is too unprofessional and he's definitely not pleased about this. Your head sinks as you gloomily stare out of the window, hands on the hem of your skirt shuffling it down and keeping your hands wrapped around the fabric.
Note to self: Never try anything new again.
"When'd you buy that skirt?" he asks, separating his attention from it and to your face.
"On Wednesday." you mutter, preparing yourself to hear a lecture as to why this job is serious and there's no time for deviltry.
Yet instead, he says, "Looks too good for you to not have worn it sooner." redirecting his attention back towards it. This takes you by surprise. "And you look," his gaze shifts up towards your face which gets warmer as the seconds go by "Even better." You're blushing again and you sheepishly mutter a thank you, keeping your face out the window and watching the buildings roll by.
