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<header>PREFACE</header>
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Kirk sat alone in his private office, the sound of traffic outside his window poking at the margins of his patience. It took years for Kirk to climb the corporate ladder, fighting hard against the predations of the other sharks that swam in the halls who feigned fake smiles, veneers of surface charity. Everything these days seemed to clamor for attention, whether it was a token manager needing assurance, a share-holder wanting their ego stroked, or some fledgling broker wanting to meet for lunch and sell him shit that he had no interest in wasting money on.<br/>
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Everyone wanted something from Kirk, but Kirk only wanted one thing. <i>One person</i>.<br/>
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Though only having started the previous week, Keira had quickly become indispensable in myriad ways. Though her title was 'personal assistant' her role ended up being a multi-faceted due to her energy, charm, and eager intellect. Kirk thought her divine upon their first meeting, and though it took him some time for the shock of her gorgeous features to wear off, she quickly reinforced his keen impression of her with her more subtle qualities: her gratitude, her kindness, her devotion and inner beauty. <br/>
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Kirk had a mind to put a ring on her finger after the interview, which spoke volumes considering he prided himself a perpetual bachelor who ran through supermodels the way others went through vintages of wine. Bought or found, Kirk usually got his way and sated whatever need ached in his loins. <br/>
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He never felt as if he'd ever connected with the copious dalliances who spread their legs for him, and none ever made him want to delve further into their life and personality. Women were landmines waiting to go off, and the moment you put a ring on their finger the clock ticked backwards to when they left you to be paid reams of money to sit and do nothing but collect alimony checks. Intense distrust and cynicism defined Kirk's view on 'dating' but he felt that he'd won the lottery with Keira -- there were no formal dates, as they spend ample time with one another every day. <br/>
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Oh, and the thrills she brought him. Keira likely walked about unaware of the effect she had upon him.  Kir,k typically despised attractive women, who typically lived to attract attention and relish the superficial; Kirk had determined that, as lovely as Keira was, she seemed unaware of just how ravishing a 'catch' she broadcasted herself to be. It all seemed quite unintentional, and if asked Kirk believed that Keira would look confused if told she was a stunning woman. She mentioned being engaged, but the ring on her fingers could have been found in the parking lot of a Walmart, and Keira (in Kirk's opinion) did not carry herself with the breathless zeal of a woman having found the love of her life.<br/>
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Kirk automatically hated the fellow, Keira's fiance. It was a terrible tact to adopt, but Kirk could not deny that -- in some small measure -- he felt that Keira belonged to HIM. Not in some petty, petulant manner rooted in jealousy, but more as a fundamental fact of primal value; Keira was a high-quality woman, and Kirk felt his existence complete in claiming her for himself to love and protect. Possess was the better word, but he shunted such dangerous thought. Though disagreeable when thinking of the man, he felt that fate intervened in removing Keira from the list of 'available' women. He had a reputation (however illicit) to maintain. And besides, Kirk's sexual tastes flirted with the erotic which could be a hard-pill to swallow for most women.<br/>
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That did not preclude the CEO from taking full advantage of being with Keira every day. Yes, she excelled in her duties and her platonic devotion made him feel warm inside. She blazed like a ginger sun of pure goodness, and he thought her an angel sent to make his life a little brighter by being a part of it. But a sexual tension regularly buzzed in Kirk's core; if he did not know better, he'd swear that Keira felt the same excitement by the flirtatious manner she offered. Her outfits highlighted her amazing figure and sleek legs, and it made Kirk wonder what her stocking-clad thighs felt like wrapped around his pelvis as he repeatedly pumped her full of semen. <br/>
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It was with that thought in his mind when Keira made her morning entrance. His heart felt a spike of pure joy at the sound of her chipper voice, and then it purred with lust at the sight of her professional decor. The tight blouse, pencil skirt ... black stockings and heels; dear God, was she <i>trying </i>to seduce him? Kirk offered his assistant a cheeky smile, a casual invitation to be in presence that few every received. <br/>
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"If you keep proving to be indispensable, pretty soon you'll have my job," Kirk joked quietly. He watched her as his form -- clad in a gray suit and blue-patterned tie -- swiveled to greet her. He took the folder and briefly flipped through the contents. Kirk smiled to himself as he reviewed the superior quality of Keira's organization. She was like a devoted wife preparing her powerful husband before heading into war, and that made them a power-couple that most of the corporate executives noticed after the first meeting. <br/>
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"Organize? No," he answered. Kirk looked up at the woman, and quite unintentionally his gaze lingered on her heels and legs ... then rode up her body until he found the bulbous swell of her breasts. He looked away, back into the folder after realizing how obvious he must have been in his admiration of her exquisite form. Kirk truly liked Keira, and that -- miraculously -- made him desire her more than any other woman he'd ever encountered. His attachment to her fueled that possessive quality that haunted his mind, and though he gave every excuse why he didn't feel love Keira, Kirk had already ripped into a fellow executive who attempted to flirt with the his assistant. <br/>
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"Superb preparation ... not surprising," he said, meeting her eyes -- decidedly avoiding the alluring call of her bosom. "I just need you to ensure that you're sitting next to me at the meeting. And also order something you want for lunch -- remember we're having your two-week performance check-in after the meeting this morning."<br/>
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A swarm of butterflies filled Kirk's core. "You're, of course, outstanding ... but I just want an excuse to sit and spend time with you." Blatant and to the point? Yup, but he was honest and made clear that he could be doing anything, be with anyone ... but he desired time with the person he already spent most of his day with. A woman with a keen mind would put those pieces of the puzzle together, and Kirk only hoped that he was not being too obvious about the fact that he found his assistant to be <i>incredibly </i>sexy.</span><br/>​</div>
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