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<header>HER QUESTION</header>
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<div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-size: 12px">Kirk knew full well that he acted the portrayal of a disgruntled manager after the executive's meeting. If only to hide his extreme and excited interest from the rest of the staff, he wanted to see the young women squirm a bit -- making the reveal that much starker by comparison. He lamented watching her squirm, but reveled in the way she straightened -- the way her eyes found his with a flicker of passion and erotic interest though batted lashes. She heard his assessment of her work performance, as if there was ever any question, before asking her -- however cheekily -- about their little 'incident'. <br/>
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Keira voiced her assent of both his touch and the entire moment of casual intimacy. Though inappropriate, they each seemed to feel a compelling levity and interest in what had just transpired. Keira glowed with an awareness of what they did might mean, how it could have been interpreted and the resulting ramifications. Regardless of those potential consequences, she sat next to him ... not shifting away or displaying one iota of discomfort. She was engaged, or so Kirk thought; was she dissatisfied with her life or did she feel consumed with enough desire to entertain a dalliance?<br/>
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"Where did my mind go?" Kirk asked, reiterating her question in bemusement. Had he been so transparent and obvious in how the effect of touching her stoked fantasies that demanded his full attention?<br/>
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The slight, wry smirk of a man having been caught with a delicate indulgence graced Kirk's handsome face. "At first, my hand lowered onto your leg to quell your naughty stroking," he admitted. "I could tell you that asking you to be still would have sufficed, but in truth my hand gravitated to your thigh without conscious thought." His smile grew. "I suppose it stems from how incredibly well we work together, how easily we gel and feel innate comfort," Kirk surmised. <br/>
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"But, to answer your question ... I could have lifted my hand, but I did not want to. That reluctance gave me pause -- was it inhibition or impulse to do continue?" he ruminated. "Ultimately, the sheer texture and your leg sent me into another place."<br/>
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Kirk could not help but lean forward a few inches. It could have been signalling that a kiss was incoming, but the lowering of his volume revealed it more as a gesture of mutual conspiracy. "I happen to have a weakness for sexy legs in stockings," he admitted, confidently crossing that line no employer should even dare approach. "And your legs are ... well, frankly, phenomenal."<br/>
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Kirk could have stopped the conversation there, already well past the point of propriety. His hand seemed to move of its own accord, gently laying upon Keira's stocking knee and warming it. "I take it that you liked our little moment?" he asked, his hand slightly shifting in place as his heart began to accelerate.</span><br/>​</div>
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