Anna's defiance meets Mancini's stern gaze as he discovers the pilfered goods. "Turn around, hands on the desk," he orders, patting down her curvy body, feeling her firm ass through her jeans. Anna squirms, her denials faltering as Mancini's hand brushes against her breasts. Her nipples harden, betraying her arousal. Mancini smirks, knowing he's found something more valuable than the stolen makeup.