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morning workout in the company's gym
downstairs had him ripped like a Roman statue. And the fact that he was the
kindest man I’d ever met was an added bonus.
    I heard myself sigh. Frank’s smoldering eyes sparked with a
mysterious flicker, catching me off guard. He narrowed his brows, and then
resumed fixing his hair in a full-length mirror. What secrets were those green
gems hiding? Why had he been single all these years?
    Standing so close to him in his office each morning when I
chose his tie gave me a chance to brush up against his muscular arms, glide my
fingers along his pecs, and touch his chin with the back of my hand; all
accidentally—at least, he thought so. As comfortable as our relationship was, he
remained my boss. And I needed to keep my job.
    I stepped closer, peeking at his reflection beside mine. We
did look good together, except I could have wished for bigger boobs, wider
hips, and a plushier rear. Okay, so maybe I wasn’t quite supermodel material,
especially in terms of my height, but it was me in his office every morning
helping Frank, no one else.
    "For all the times I've helped you, you owe me dinner
in the most expensive restaurant." I stepped back and leaned my behind on
his desk.
    “How long have you worked under me?” He turned his attention
back to me and strolled over. His eyes narrowed and my heart began racing again
at the entendre.
    The way I’d imagined working under Frank had a different
meaning for me. Was that his intent?
    “Five years,” I whispered.
    “Yes, it’s definitely time for an expensive restaurant.” He
smiled.
    “Your coffee is ready.” I pointed to the steaming mug.
    “I’m in meetings all day, but I’ll try to arrange
something,” he said.
    I held my breath. He’d really do it. Frank would take me out
to dinner!
    “I’ll be at my desk if you need anything,” I turned on my
heel, feeling a heavy stare on my behind. Before I left his office, I locked my
gaze with his again. His eyes gleamed with desire, but unfortunately there was
nothing I could do about it.
    I kept his sultry expression in my mind for the rest of the
day, though, and into the night.
    Friday morning, I arrived at work an hour early. A restless
night of wet dreams had kept me awake for hours. I clenched my right hand,
recalling the gentle massage that turned into a full-throttle rub in my dream
about Frank. It wasn’t the first time.
    As I passed the company gym downstairs, I saw Frank running
on the treadmill. I stood by the glass wall, watching sweat drip down his back.
    Leave it to Frank to break the gym's rules and not wear a
shirt.
    He pushed forward, faster. His body moved in a perfect
rhythm, not a spot jiggling—except perhaps his package at the front, which
unfortunately I couldn’t see. From the fitted suit he wore to work, I knew it
was a worthy package. It had been a while since I'd seen him run, and I had forgotten
how good he looked without a shirt.
    I found myself staring at the side view of my boss's
physique until he caught me. Heat rushed toward my cheeks, and I ran away like
a little girl. Was that how I wanted him to think of me? A little girl? In my
mid-twenties, I was old and mature enough to handle a man like Frank. Did I
want to handle him? No, I couldn't. He was my boss. It was strictly against
company policy to get involved with co-workers.
    I rushed up to my office, disappointed I couldn’t look at
Frank as just my boss. How could I look him in the eye this morning when I
helped him with his tie? I’d have to concentrate on his Adam’s apple again, but
that was an even bigger turn on. Would he want to chat with me about company
policies? He hadn’t before. It wasn't the first time he’d caught me admiring
him; except each time, I had pretended it hadn’t happened. Ogling Frank as if
he were being served on a platter and I were a starving whore had been the best
perk of my job for years.
    Flushed, I sat in Frank’s leather chair and opened my legs.
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