<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40bfbf">Sage took a deep breath, smoothed out her clothes and knocked at her employer's door. She was nervous, had the butterflies as she always did in the face of him. She clenched her fists anxiously, cracking her knuckles in the process. The two of them were close, she was supposed to be one of his 'favorites' however, that never stopped the symptoms.<br/>
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"Darius?..." She immediately cleared her throat. She was sure he knew the effect he had on her, but she still never liked to show him, "I'm coming in." She was wearing black leather pants that fit her tightly, boots, and a soft black turtleneck. She wished she had dressed sexier, but she had just been working, and couldn't wait to see him. Sage walked into the room, her silky black hair swaying slightly as she turned to close the door. She paused a moment as her eyes rolled back. Mmmm, Sage loved that place, it smelled and felt so strongly of her Darius. She turned and smiled prettily at the male. "Workin' hard, or hardly workin'?" He looked engrossed, like he been sitting there thinking for hours. Rolling her lips into a thin line, she began to walk towards his desk. <br/>
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(I play Sage. &lt;3 ;-) ) </span></b>