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sometimes.  Asher said to ignore them, to brush them off and treat them like nothing, but how could someone ignore it when popular opinion in the media and most of open society was that I was some sort of homewrecker.  A slut.  Whore.  The image of the computer screen, the word bold and repeated, over and over again, lay seared in my memory.
    "Come," Asher said, pulling me along with him.  He was forceful, commanding, and yet I wanted to go, too.  I wanted to do whatever he said, because it was easier than thinking for myself right now.  It was easier than remembering pain and regret.
    "We'll make sure to fix this," one of the security men said as Asher and I walked fast down the halls and away from my office.  "We'll find out who did this and make sure it doesn't happen again."
    I wanted to believe them, but I didn't know who I should believe anymore.
    ***
    T hings happened.  Quickly.
    You might find them odd, but I loved it.  I felt loved, wanted, appreciated.  I had felt lost and hurt before, but not now.
    Yes, you might find it odd, you might find it abrupt, you might think it wrong of me.  Maybe you think I'm a whore.  A homewrecker.  A slut.  I don't care.  I didn't care.  I needed this so badly, because I needed to feel safe.
    Asher brought me to the elevator, half dragging me down the halls and half leading me.  I rushed after him, my feet slipping on the rug as he pulled me forward.  I didn't fall, though.  He kept his hands around my waist, holding me tight, helping me and picking me back up whenever I almost lost my balance.
    We arrived at the elevator and he slammed his hand on the button to go up.  The elevator dinged and the doors opened half a second later, almost as if it had been waiting for our arrival and knew that Asher wasn't in a patient mood at the moment.
    We went in.  No one else was there.  Asher pushed the button to bring us to the floor of his office and the doors to the elevator closed slowly.
    "Are you alright?" he asked me, looking into my eyes with demands and worry and concern.
    "I... I'm fine, Asher.  Everything's fine.  It's just a little—"
    He didn't let me finish.  I didn't even know what I was going to say to finish, but I didn't need to say anything anymore.  His lips pressed against mine and he kissed me hard.  Rough, demanding, forceful, he pushed all thought and worry from my mind, replacing it with a powerful sense of passion and need.
    I stood there, stock still, uncertain, and then I kissed him back.  I latched onto his shoulders with my arms and grabbed onto the back of his neck with my hands.  I wore a skirt, but I didn't care, and when he cupped my ass hard in his hands, I let him.  He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, and together we crashed against the corner of the elevator car.  He ground his crotch against mine, slick, soft dress pants pressing against my smooth skirt and the silk of my panties.
    He plied me with his fingers, digging them into my rear.  Further, more, scrunching up my skirt until he was touching my panties directly, then he slipped his fingers beneath them and held my bare ass.  Lower, touching me, down my legs, between my thighs, his fingers crept across my skin until his fingertips touched against the back of my slit near my ass, staying there, holding me.
    We kissed, harsh, hard.  I bucked my hips towards him, wanting and needing him.  I tried, oh, I tried.  He could take me now.  I wanted to unbutton his pants and slip out his cock and lower my eyes, shy and nervous, as he drove himself into me.  Our arousal, mixed, my slick need coating his hard erection and giving him ample access to delve deep between my folds.
    The elevator dinged our arrival.  Asher transformed from a harsh, seductive lover into a formal businessman in the span of a quarter of a second.  Before the door to the elevator opened, we were standing in the corner of the car again, no longer entwined, no longer wrapped up,