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has always been able to read me; sometimes it sucks. I peek around the corner again, just as she starts rolling her shoulders and my smile instantly returns. Who cares what Robert says, I’m a big boy, and if I want to sleep with someone that doesn’t mean I want to marry her.
    “Look at you slacking off.” At my jab, she looks around the small reception area and then back at me.
    “Who are you talking to? Certainly not me, as I’ve just spent the last four hours glued to my computer screen; while you were entertaining God knows who at lunch all day.” Her serious tone catches me off guard, was she really pissed off that I had an extended lunch with my mother?
    “That’s the beauty of being the boss, Victoria. I do what I want.”
    “Must be nice. The beauty of being the secretary is that it’s six o’clock and I’m going home for the day.” She turns and shuts off her computer before grabbing her purse to leave. “Your cupcakes are on your desk. I hope you don’t mind that I went in there. You weren’t here, and if they stayed on my desk they’d be gone by now.” Her snippy attitude was turning me on.
    “Would you like to go to dinner with me?” I don’t know where that came from, but I’m going with it.
    “No thank you. I’m sure you’re exhausted from your busy day. Besides, I have plans.” What she meant to say was that she has a date. Lucky bastard.
    “Oh, well, have fun on your date.” She pauses as if to say something, starts to and then changes her mind. With a smile, she brushes by me on her way to the elevators.
    “Mind if I walk with you?” She stops and turns to look at me.
    “I guess not.” I lock my office and walk with her to the elevator; once inside we ride in relative silence except for the music that’s pumped into the small car. The elevator stops three times on the way down picking up passengers each time. On the third stop, the car is already pretty full, so we all move closer together to make room for the boarding passengers. As we stand close, I can smell her. She smells of honey and lavender. The longer we stand close, our bodies slightly pressed against each other; I can feel heat begin to radiate from her skin. Pretty soon, my whole body is aching to feel her warm, naked body against mine, and I decide that it will happen. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her brush me off so easily. When the elevator arrives on the first floor, a little too quickly for me; everyone files off and I feel the absence of her heat. Promising myself that I will see her skin glow pink from the heat of her own orgasm, I follow her off the elevator and onto the streets of busy Atlanta. Instead of heading for the parking garage to left she moves to the right, there she greets a man and embraces him in a quick hug. Damn. They turn together and head past me towards the garage and her car.
    “Goodnight, Victoria.”
    “Goodnight, Leland.” She doesn’t stop, but tosses the reply quickly over her shoulder, walking arm in arm with the man toward her car.
    Back at the hotel, I’m feeling restless and decide to go down to the bar for a bite to eat and a couple drinks. Sitting down I order a Jack on the rocks and take a look at the menu. Finding nothing that appeals to me on the limited menu, I call the bartender over.
    “Tell Connor that Leland is at your bar and wants him to get creative.” The young woman picks up the phone from the wall behind the bar and after a brief conversation hangs up and returns to me.
    “Mr. Reed said his creativity comes at a price.” I nod, not surprised by his response. Connor Reed and I met about six years ago at a party my dad insisted I attend. Connor was hired to cater the party, and I hid in the kitchen from the boring party guests that all wanted to know why I had left my father’s oh so successful company. Connor found me and my stolen bottle of liquor and offered me a try of assorted hors d’oeuvres for a couple shots. Apparently, the party