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<header>CLINGING TO THE INADEQUATE</header>
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<div style="text-align: justify"><span style="font-size: 12px">A knock upon the door. <br/>
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"Just a minute!" Kirk boomed in his projected voice laced with executive tone. Though he addressed the person outside his door, the man's commanding gaze never left Keira's pretty eyes. The reply also reminded everyone in earshot who was in charge -- the person outside could hold the bag for an hour for all the CEO cared -- he was busy attending to more pressing matters. <br/>
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Kirk had heard Keira's words, her reminding him that she was betrothed to another man; his hand did not move from her knee -- his touch did not advance under her skirt, but remained in place -- in an unmistakably possessive gesture. She would observe the slightest narrowing of his eyes and smirking of his lips. <br/>
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"I'm pleased that you feel the same as I do," he murmured. <br/>
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"It might be wise to remind yourself, and not me, considering that <i>you</i> were the one to play with my leg under the table first, Missy," he teased with a smile. If there was tension or gravity in what Keira stated, Kirk ignored it entirely, making it known that what they had shared had happened and being chained to irrelevant platitudes served neither of their interests. Kirk paused, his eyes surveying the details of Keira's stunning beauty. The hand upon Keira's knee -- which he noticed she did nothing to remove -- slid down to feel her calf before rising up to touch her lower lip. His smile grew with a roguish charm. <br/>
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"In the future, don't start what you don't intend on finishing," he informed her with a quiet, seductive tone. He leaned back into the couch, adding some distance between them, giving the erotic exchange he'd just initiated a chance to breath and sink in. Kirk felt his heart racing, with a deep power than ever before. He could have reprimanded Keira for being a frustrating tease --- except Kirk felt that her sexual advance was a self-betrayal of her true desire and longing. <br/>
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His roguish smile only grew as he motioned toward the locked door. "You'd better go get our lunch, Ms. Stevenson."<br/>
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