<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px">It was so damn easy. His shoes were off, hers were still on. He willingly drank the whiskey as she poured it, and it seemed he wasn't as steady as he could have been. She must have gotten lucky, and he decided not to eat before the event. it would make it so much easier to knock him and his giant ego down a peg. Before long, he would be her little pet, and he would be begging her. Mm, she couldn't wait. Just a little bit longer.</span></span><br/>
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She watched as he set down his drink, and allowed him to manipulate her, turning towards him. She leaned into the kiss, letting him get distracted while her mind raced and she determined her next move. She needed to get him in the bedroom, she had forgotten to put anything useful in the living room. He needed to think he was in control of things until it was too late. <br/>
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Her hands reached out and grabbed his, placing them on top of her breasts. That should let him know she was serious about this. It was his move, but she was the one controlling everything. He was probably thinking about how lucky he was, and possibly how he could use this to fire her. She had plans to get some pictures or videos to be used in the event he did want to fire her. That would be fun to explain. </span></span></span>