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her look. The suit had a feminine cut, with the jacket taken in slightly
at the waist to show off her curves. Curves that Jason had certainly seemed to
appreciate, the way his hands had caressed her body when-- Stop!
    It was a shame, though, that the time in the Jaguar was the
end of it. They were so well-matched sexually, it was uncanny. She was looking
for the leather handbag that went with the outfit when it hit her. Why did it
have to end? Nothing said they couldn't get together for some recreational sex
every now and then. It didn't have to mean they were 'involved' or in some kind
of romance, did it? Of course not. A clean, uncomplicated simple sexual liaison,
happening periodically.
    The question was--how to bring it up to him?
    * * * *
    Jason called Holly's number at her personnel agency. A woman
on the other end told him she was tied up but could call him back shortly.
While he waited, he paced up and down the length of his large office. It was a
long room that he'd designed specifically for pacing. He realized that he
couldn't propose his idea over the phone, but instead planned to ask her to
meet for lunch. But where? This was one conversation he didn't want to risk
being overheard. Finally it dawned on him to just have the lunch here at his
office. You're slipping if it took that long to think of using the office, he thought, feeling aggravated. If they could come up with an agreement or
something, he could stop being distracted by thoughts of her.
    His phone rang and Holly said, "I have good news for
you."
    Startled, he said, "Oh? What is it?"
    "I think I've found you an assistant. I'd like for you
to meet her today if possible."
    "Uh...sure. I could see her." He flipped through
his tablet computer, to find his schedule for the current day. "Yes, I
have a free hour at eleven."
    "I'm sure she can be there then. I'll call you back
only if there's a problem with the time. Her name is Mrs. Marla Stone."
    "That sounds good. Don't hang up yet though, remember,
I called you initially?"
    She laughed. "That's right. So what can I do for
you?"
    "Would you have lunch with me today? There's something
I need to discuss with you."
    "Lunch? If we can push it to one p.m. I can meet with
you. Where?"
    "How about my office? I'll have something sent in. I
need privacy to talk to you about this."
    "Hmm. Now I'm intrigued. Okay, I'll see you at
one."
    "See you then."
    He called a nearby restaurant and ordered salads with
grilled chicken to be delivered for his meeting with Holly. There, he
thought. Now I can get some work done.  
    The rest of the morning passed quickly, until the
receptionist called to say his eleven o'clock was here. He stood up as Mrs.
Stone entered the office. She was an attractive woman in her late forties or
early fifties, with sleek gray hair cut in such a way that it fell naturally
around her face, coming to her jawline. She was dressed in the standard black
business suit, but wore a surprisingly vibrant red blouse. That red said
something, he thought.
    He motioned her to a chair and then sat across from her.
"Holly recommends you highly, Mrs. Stone."
    She smiled. "I do like her. She's a very perceptive
young woman."
    Jason liked the sound of Mrs. Stone's voice. It had a rich
tone, well-modulated. "Yes, that she is. So tell me about yourself."
    Mrs. Stone proceeded to give an impressive work history.
She'd been an executive secretary to several names that he knew as big in
business. He had a few concerns. "Here's the thing--you have been involved
in big business and some of your skills would naturally work here as well as
any of those places. But there are other things, such as an awareness of the
design process that would be helpful."
    "Then you're in luck. I think Holly chose me because
when I was younger I went to an art school and studied a variety of
disciplines. It turned out I wasn't quite good enough to make a living at it,
but my interests are still there. I'd love to be working with someone who