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font-size: 13px;">The thoughts in her head were cycling through at a hundred miles an hour. In union, her stomach began to churn — unbeknownst to her whether the cause was hunger or guilt for what she had done. The intentions she had. Freckled cheeks remained a light wash of pink, evidently displaying her guilt, shame and embarrassment for what had occurred in the meeting room. <i>And </i>how it began to replay in the office. <br/>
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The touch of his hand had been electrifying. It felt as if it breathed new life into her, bolstered her confidence and energy ten-fold. Keira rattled through her thoughts, attempting to decipher the clutter in her mind. What if she wasn’t in a relationship? What if she was in a <i>happy </i>relationship? Would she still have felt the magnetic draw towards Kirk? Would she remain hesitant? Would deeper feelings evolve for the man as time went on? Although she wasn’t happy with Simon, Keira knew fantasising and encouraging the touch from another man was wrong. He wasn’t the most attentive partner and didn’t look at her like he wanted to devour her, but he provided for her and kept her happy in ways he thought she needed. That didn’t make him a bad person… did it?<br/>
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The woman visibly jumped as Kirk’s curious touch fell upon her lower lip. Electric current pulsed through her muscles, feeling as if she’d been zapped. She blinked, staring at her boss who didn’t hesitate to display forwardness amongst the seductive timbre of his tone.  Keira knew that there were likely to be consequences if things ever were to go further than a simple touch to the leg — a bad reputation, potential blackmail, bias and blurred lines in their professional relationship. But would any consequences foster from <i>not </i>engaging with Kirk as he wanted?<br/>
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“I…” she began, stumbling over her words as she struggled to coherently form a structured sentence, “I understand, Mr. Greyson.” He was right — she should never have initiated something she didn’t intend to follow through with. Was he hoping she would follow through and the review in his office would lead to something more than suggestive touching? Did he look at all of his female colleagues with such deep hunger as he did with her?<br/>
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Keira was quick to rise to her feet, shuffling towards the door to collect their sushi lunch as he’d suggested. She was eager to put more space between them and unravel herself from his web of allure. The close proximity was doing no favours for her will to refuse, her guilt and the inkling of desire and intrigue that probed at her mind. Collecting the bag of goods from the woman beyond the door, the assistant muttered her thanks before moving towards the table off to the side of the room, setting the bag down.<br/>
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“So,” she began with a slight huff, eager to change the topic to something… lighter. “The Christmas party tomorrow night. What sort of venue is it?” Only having recently moved to the area, Keira was still relatively unfamiliar with different locations and venues throughout the city. She plucked a tray of salmon avocado sushi from the bag and set it aside for herself, before grabbing the remaining tray and ambling towards Kirk, offering him the lunch option. <br/>
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“Is it black tie, formal, smart casual?” The last thing she wanted was to not abide by dress code. Being over-dressed was slightly embarrassing, but being under-dressed was a tragedy.<br/>
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