WELL， ~Y.Lt.O， breakfast! : Sabrina whisI.~red t!g ough a<br >nouth .filled ~ ith straight pins as she leaned toward ~h~:<br >1~side of Worth s main display wdndow..<br > Her gaze followed a tall marl s~.riding past on the side-<br >~valk and ta acked him like radar. Sharp pricld.~ of pain<br >;hot through her lower iip when she prmsed her face<br >against the plate ~axs to keep him in sight.<br > "Ouch!"<br > She snatched the pirks out of her mouth with the hand<br >that had been holding her large dressmaker shears. The<br >scissors landed with a heavy thurLk， poink~down in the<br >wooden floor， a millimeter from the toe of her black loaf-<br >ers.<br > Undeterred， Sabrina pressed her face to the t~ndow<br >again， but he had disappeared.<br > "Damn. I hadn t finished looking yet."<br > With a sigh， she bent down to pry the scissors from the<br >parquet， then stood back to survey her work.<br > Against the backdrop of a tropical moon sl~ .m~ering<br > over a deep blue ocean， a tall pahn tree ben~ in a graceful<br > arch over two reclining figxzres. The female mam~eqnin<br > had her head thrown back， while the lips of her male<br > counterpart hovered mere inches from the exposed c~zrve<br > of her throat.<br > /~oY7 were clad in the sk~hnpiest of beachwear~ a new line<br >!rom GauRier. Pretty hot stuff for Worth s. Would she get<br >away with it? Her immediate boss， Jonathan Kent， had<br >