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<header>ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH ME?</header>
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<div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-size: 12px">Was it a natural, destined fate to feel inextricably compelled to inseminate your engaged personal assistant? That very question echoed about Kirk's mind on a regular, almost hourly basis since the day Keira started. Every single aspect of her demeanor -- from her look and movements, down to the slightest hints of a hidden smile -- all screamed to the CEO that having rampant, filthy sex with his personal assistant was not only possible but <i>inevitable</i>. <br/>
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The fact that the woman was</span> <span style="font-size: 10px">OSTENSIBLY</span> <span style="font-size: 12px">out of reach only incurred a desire for her that burned, smoldered deeper and deeper with each passing day. She lit a fire in him that was not a hot flash or transient, but threatened to kindle an inferno. The Kirk that slept with supermodels and the wives of the ultra-wealthy would have run for the hills or fired the redhead at the first sign of such profound attraction -- especially when he found that they seemed to be impossibly compatible. Kirk should have distanced himself from the one person who felt real among the thousands of inane morons whose existence only reinforced his bleak outlook on the human condition. She made him feel as if life could have meaning -- that life could be worth absorbing responsibilities and become (God forbid) vulnerable. <br/>
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Kirk could not deny the constant tingle in his core, his lewd mind drinking in her every detail and sexual aspect as an invitation. She coaxed him, and she never realized it. The stocking legs Keira sported wore were meant to be wrapped around his thrusting hips, her toes curled as he brought her to unrealized delights over and over again. And he'd do so not because he would receive any direct benefit .. but because the thought of Keira wearing a smile -- not from the sex, but from the memory of it -- made his heart stir in ways that would have shocked him a month prior. <br/>
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That's when Keira offered her willingness to hear his 'suggestions for improvement.' Their eyes met and lingered ... then lingered a touch longer. The faintest smile lifted the ends of Kirk's lips, betraying his knowledge of the unspoken, undefined conspiracy between them. He wondered if they would ever give their mutual attraction for one another a life, even acknowledge it with a single, direct word. The CEOs hazel eyes drifted down to her tastefully-exposed cleavage, and the man seemed to physically relax (for an instant) at the thought of having access to her bosom -- to lick, to suck, to fuck as he wished. <br/>
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That's when the true realization hit Kirk, and his mind came to the conclusion that had haunted him since the moment Keira entered his office and life: nothing would ever give Kirk as much pleasure as Keira <i>submitting </i>to him, consciously and totally. The man kept the ideal close to his chest, not unlike a poker player having been blessed with a miraculous royal flush. He only smiled more openly to Keira in a manner that could only be described as roguish.<br/>
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"Time for the meeting," Kirk informed her with an amused whisper, still not willing to break his wanton gaze. He stood and laid his open hand upon her lower back -- feeling her thin blouse and lean spine -- to direct her to walk with him out of his office and into the main conference room. He sat at the head of the table, and right next to him (at an angle) was Keira's seat. All of the executives were already present, and all eyes zeroed in on the gorgeous woman the moment she sat down. Kirk smiled, as he knew that having Keira as his assistant served the identical purpose as having a trophy wife. The liberally-minded world of business should have been free of such associations, but Keira made Kirk look magnanimous as he nestled comfortably into his leather chair. <br/>
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Thank you for attending, gentlemen," Krik began, gregariously. "Mr. Sullivan, why don't you begin with a run-down of the corporate gains we've made in the engineering sector?"<br/>
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As with every meeting since Keira started, their legs would brush and touch -- innocently intertwine under the table for the entire duration of the meeting. </span><br/>​</div>
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