Georgia Thinks It's Her Idea
You envision her opening her blouse and exposing one of her breasts.
Georgia doesn't say a word, but your quick peek at her breasts didn't escape her notice. You can tell she is mentally sizing you up.
She's thinking, "Would my new boss try to sleep with me or just ogle me from afar? Would this be a problem or something I can use to my advantage? Would wearing shorter skirts around this man get me a higher salary or would that backfire?"
But you saw the look on her face and knew what she was thinking. You love how she was already considering whether she could make use of your obvious attraction toward her to manipulate you.
"Georgia, . . . I may call you Georgia, may I not? I wanted to take a few minutes to welcome you to the company. If you ever need anything here, anything at all, please just ask me." That was the strongest hint you could bring yourself to say out loud. You pause to see if she will say anything. Please, ask for something, you mentally plead. Please. You know I'll give it to you. Just stare at me with your big blue-grey eyes and tell me what you want.