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font-size: 13px;">The cheeky smile that invited her into his opulent office had her immediately feeling comfortable and at ease. Too often did she hear horror stories about bosses — particularly those with the status and power Kirk had obtained — making their assistant’s life comparable to hell. Though it had clung at the back of her mind when applying for the job, she’d decided to take the plunge anyway, wanting to be pushed and challenged regardless of the temperament the company CEO had. Kirk, however, had exceeded all expectations she’d had and left her eager to return back to work the following day when the clock struck 5PM and she gathered her belongings to make the trek back home.<br/>
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The jest he’d made caught her attention, allowing an amused smile to form across her lips as she lowered her gaze, almost shyly, at the praise nestled within his words.  He was playful, charming, patient. There was no doubt his alluring demeanour had set her at ease immediately. Though, she’d be lying if she said it’d stopped there. Then, there was the physical attraction. The butterflies that set free throughout her stomach when his careful gaze settled onto her, the way when his lips curved into a smile, she wondered what he might taste like if she so daringly leaned in to press her lips against his. Peppermint? Coffee? Cigarette? Honey? Something so sweet and addictive she wouldn’t be able to find the vocabulary to describe?<br/>
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There was an undeniable draw between them, a spark that crackled deep within her core when they found themselves alone. When she sat so closely, she could feel the heat radiating from him and could pick up individual notes blended into his cologne. Her pulse quickened at the thought, noting the fact that they were once again alone in his office.<br/>
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“In that case, I do hope you’ll keep the seat warm for me,” Keira responded, matching his cheeky undertone with a quip of her own. She took the liberty to draw a chair towards her and seated herself across from him, at his desk. Absentmindedly, fingers began to twirl the engagement ring perched on her left hand, under the table as their gazes locked. It didn’t take a genius to notice the way his curious hues swept over her body, deliberately and with intention, as if he were curious what lay beneath her well-fitted clothing.<br/>
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The way he looked at her made her feel <i>alive, </i>more desirable and attractive than Simon ever made her feel. He barely so much as dragged his gaze away from the television when she paraded out from the shower, or asked if the new lingerie she’d purchased hugged her curves in all the right places. Keira knew it was wrong — to enjoy the attention from a man other than her fiancé, but she <i>liked </i>it.<br/>
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“I can do that,” she nodded in response to his request for her to be seared next to him in the meeting. Truth be told, she didn’t imagine herself sitting anywhere else. Keira hadn’t forgotten the performance meeting, having scribbled it into her diary the moment he’d alerted her of the review. While most employees likely became nerves at the thought of their boss providing feedback and criticism, particularly so early on in their career, she was much the opposite — thriving on suggestions to improve her performance. Her devotion to her job and competitive edge to provide the best service she possibly could, made her an outstanding employee, allowing her to excel in any field.<br/>
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“I’ll order us some lunch, I haven’t forgotten,” Keira folded one knee over the other and leaned back slightly into the chair, “I’m flattered, Mr. Greyson.” He was forward. And she didn’t mind. Green eyes lowered to his hands, recognising the lack of a wedding band. Was he flirting with her? <br/>
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“Well, consider me looking forward to lunch and… spending time together. Though I’d love to hear any suggestions for improvement you may have,” she grinned cheekily, tilting her chin slightly as she peered at him through thick lashes. Was <i>she </i>flirting back? Shamelessly, she was. The thrill of engaging with him and joining him in the flirtatious undertone of his banter was captivating — enticing. <br/>
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