I couldn’t help but notice that she was showing a lot of cleavage for a nurse. It took an extra second or two to sign my name at the bottom of the donation form as my gaze danced across the smooth skin of her breasts and the stress marks of her tight blouse between them.
Sara, her name engraved into a tag pinned to that stretched fabric, looked at me with her big, brown eyes and smiled. Her dyed-blonde hair fell over her shoulders and led my eye back down to her breasts. She leaned forward winked at me.
“Are you finished with the paperwork, Mr. Jameson?”
I felt my face flush as I looked back up at her. “Um, yes. I’m finished.”
Sara took the forms and disappeared into the file room for a moment before emerging again. Her walk was sensual, a full figure that swayed and bounced as she moved. She knew how sexy she was, and the way she looked at me and smiled yet again told me she knew that I noticed.