The office is clean, bright and professional, the kind of space where serious people have serious conversations, and then Hayley Marie Coppin picks up the phone and every semblance of seriousness evaporates. She starts in a smart black blouse at the desk, long curly blonde waves falling around her shoulders as she takes the call with that signature mix of composure and barely-suppressed mischief. She has always known that business calls are more fun when she is involved, and she is about to prove exactly that.
Button by button, the blouse comes undone, and the professional veneer gives way to something far more compelling. By the time she settles back with the corded receiver to her ear, the blouse is long gone and Hayley is all bare skin and easy confidence, conducting her business in absolutely nothing at all. The office, the potted plant, the whole corporate setting fades into the background. All that matters now is her, the curve of her, the warmth of her, and the fact that nobody on either end of that phone call is thinking about business anymore.