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font-size: 13px;">With her pen constantly flicking across the paper in a series of delicately swooping fonts, Keira honed all efforts into focussing on the conversation that drawled throughout the meeting room. The air felt as if it became weightier and carried a level of warmth it hadn't prior. A gossamer hint of pink crept up to span across her cheeks, the tint of colour visible across her fair, freckled cheeks. The brushing of her stocking-clad leg against her new boss's halted as his palm flushed over the thin material. Despite the fine layer between them, his touch was feverish -- and welcomed. A familiar heat warmed her core and she shifted in her seat to clamp her thighs together. The awakening of her arousal slowly became apparent to her.<br/>
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The flattening of his hand over her wandering leg had her in two minds. On one hand, she considered the thought that perhaps he was interested in exploring further - to scrape his fingers along the hem of her skirt that was dangerously close to his current position. Or, was he in the opposite mindset, apparent that her behaviour was inappropriate and his hand placement to deter her from shuffling around any further? The blush across her cheeks brightened as she pondered his thoughts and intention.<br/>
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She reached out to grab a glass of water and brought the refreshing liquid to her lips in an attempt to refocus herself once more. Her mouth had become parched as she battled with her abashment, despite the way her tongue skimmed across her lower lip, her mind hyperfocused on his touch beneath the table.<br/>
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<i>I trust that you'll steer your ship through these choppy waters. We all have your back.</i><br/>
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The deep staccato of Kirk's tone boomed beside her, restoring confidence and faith in the business partners across the table. Her eyes wandered across the room, noting the nods of the men, satisfied with his response and not enquiring further. Keira was surprised to find his hand never moved from staking claim over her leg and because of that, her heart skipped a beat. The conversation throughout the room indicated the meeting was coming to a close as they sailed through their agenda with ease. Although she'd written extensive notes that were almost regurgitated from the mouth's of the attendees, she couldn't remember the details of what the meeting had been about - what was discussed. Since Kirk's touch planted firmly upon her, she could barely think of anything else.<br/>
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"We thank you for your time this morning, Kirk. We'll see you again in another month's time," one of the men mentioned as he stood, his hand quickly finding the button of his suit jacket as he tended to his presentation. His weathered gaze misted towards Keira, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as he battled to curb his wandering gaze, "Miss Stevenson, a pleasure."<br/>
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She took the opportunity to stand and politely shake the hands of the guests who were departing. Not only was it a show of respect, but an opportunity to remove Kirk's hand from her thigh in hope of removing any awkwardness or tension within the air, knowing they were to be left alone for the remainder of the day. Keira swallowed sharply as the last guest left, the door clicking softly behind them as an indication they were well and truly alone with one another's company.<br/>
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"That hour went by quickly." Small talk, the perfect way to ease into a conversation. She flipped her notepad shut, tucking the pen onto the binder. <i>God, what was he going to say? </i>"Shall we do the review here or in your office? I did order sushi for lunch, too. It should be here in..." Emerald hues flickered to the clock on the adjacent wall, "Fifteen minutes."<br/>
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