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The lack of emotion speckled through his words ultimately had her on edge. Was he angry with her? Had this all been a misunderstanding? Was this about to be the end of her new career? Keira expected if it had been a mutually heated moment between the two of them, perhaps there would have been a lightness of the air in the room. Instead, the heavy contrast of thickened atmosphere weighed upon her shoulders and caused her chest to tighten. It had been ambitious of her to assume that Kirk had jutted his leg against hers, seeking physical touch and a pleasant distraction from the bores of the meeting. Then again... no one had forced him to nestle his hand comfortably upon her leg for the duration he had.<br/>
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Silently, the woman nodded and lowered her gaze, battling a case of confusion as she moved quickly out of the meeting room and towards Kirk's office. His footsteps behind her sounded awfully heavy as her awareness heightened. She entered his office and settled herself onto the couch, as per his suggestion. The leather material was cool against her stocking-clad legs, eliciting a brief shiver down her spine. The deep click of the door locking immediately caught her attention. Why did he need to lock the door for a performance review?<br/>
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"Thank you, Mr. Greyson," Keira replied, watching with growing nerves as he shuffled through the folders of paper across his desk. Was he about to serve her a warning for inappropriate behaviour in the workplace? Unsure eyes followed him until he planted himself beside her. His posture was casual, an arm slung over the top of the couch, his legs butting against hers. If she dared have an opinion, she would've thought he was sitting almost <i>too </i>close to her for it to be professional.<br/>
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Intently listening, Keira's lips parted as he began rather informally, a sliver of shock shooting through her meadowy hues. "Well, thank you, I..." she swallowed sharply, fighting the blush that threatened to claim her cheeks as she noticed his very deliberate assessment of her attire, "I'm glad I am meeting and somewhat exceeding expectations." It had instilled some confidence back into her. Though her focus remained steady upon his face, almost as if she knew there was more to come - words he hadn't yet spoken but begged to.<br/>
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Keira pressed her lips together ask he asked a final question. Her eyes avoided catching a glimpse of the rock presented on her left hand, hoping to curb the guilt she should've felt for playing along with another man's antics whilst engaged. "I think the answer to your question depends." The minx within her had a perfectly sultry response ready for his question, yet she hadn't fully gauged his reaction. The smirk on his lips and the close proximity of his body told her one thing, but his intentions and thoughts on the matter were still in somewhat murky water.<br/>
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"Depends on whether you enjoyed it or not," she murmured simply, tilting her chin as she peered across at him through dark, curled lashes. She sat, unmoving yet comfortable. All the while her eyes avoided the crotch of his pants, where her eyes wished to roam to decide whether he'd enjoyed the under-the-table entangling of legs or not. "Although, I think I already know the answer to that," Keira smirked, "So I'd say positive."<br/>
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A hint of flirtatiousness laced through the undertone of her statement, awaiting to be unraveled. The conversation was beginning to bring out another side of her. With Simon, things were always bland and lacked entertainment. With Kirk, it seemed to be the opposite. Playful, carefree.<br/>
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"So if this is a performance review and you've already reviewed my behaviour... I guess it's my turn to ask questions then," Keira sat up straighter, "Where did your mind go during that meeting? You had this glazed look in your eye like you were deep in thought." The rest of the table was sure to have missed it, but she certainly didn't. It was a bold question and one she thought she could predict the answer to, but she was extremely curious about his response - and whether he'd allow her to slip into his thoughts.<br/>
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