The knock at the door could not have come at a better time. Hayley Marie Coppin is lounging on her big black sofa in the most deliciously brief black dress imaginable, bare legs draped over the arm rest, long blonde hair spilling every which way, and absolutely no intention of making things professional. Whether you are the handyman, the gardener, or just a very lucky visitor, the moment she waves you inside with that lazy, knowing smile it becomes immediately obvious that whatever you were there to fix is entirely beside the point.
The black dress does not stay on for long -- not with Hayley stretched out like that, one arm tucked behind her head, looking up with an expression that is equal parts innocence and pure mischief. She peels it off piece by piece with the relaxed ease of someone who has been waiting all day for exactly this moment, until she is completely bare on the sofa and the only question left is what on earth you are going to do about the fact that you have completely forgotten why you came. Spoiler: it does not matter.