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three days, but she made an immediate impact. She turned out to be an enormous help and very friendly. So friendly, he was tempted.
    His phone rang. He picked up the handset. “Hello?”
    A man laughed. “When are you going to get a secretary?”
    Rotating his executive chair, he gazed through the glass wall at the lovely, expansive view of the lake and mountains his third floor office afforded. He smiled. “Hey Stu. Got one coming in tomorrow. Handpicked, gorgeous, and approved by Michelle.”
    “If Michelle approved her, she must be good. I called to tell you Fallon is on board.”
    The dollars sign and zeros began to flash through his mind again. “That’s fantastic.”
    “I know, I’m pleased. I had to sweeten the deal a little though.”
    More dollar signs flickered before him.
    “Not money, just perks. Weekly visits to the spa. Full use of the beauty shop. A fifty percent discount from any hotel store. I pay all obstetric costs, which was in the contract anyway, and should she get any stretch marks, she gets fifty grand for each one, which wasn’t in the contract.”
    Come on stretch marks.
    “Any money for stretch marks goes directly to her.”
    On second thought. “I can see where she’s coming from, we don’t want her beautiful body screwed up with stretch marks.”
    “I agree. Right now she’s looking around for the highest reputed ob/gyn.”
    He laughed at the chutzpah of his wife. “That’s great, when do we start?”
    “Fallon’s fertility period starts next Thursday. I want to check out the hotel anyway, so we’ll fly up and spend the week. She wants you involved, so save your strength.”
    He smiled at the idea of a week of threesomes. “Of course. Let me know when and I’ll have the limo pick you up.”
    “I’ll do it. Right now I hafta go.”
    Michelle waltzed in looking good in an orange alpaca sweater, a plaid miniskirt and black patent leather knee high boots. “Was that Stuart?”
    “Ah-huh. They’ll be here January 17 th, so be prepared.”
    She flashed her winsome white smile. “I’m always prepared.” Then her smile vanished. “Is your Fa-a-allon coming, to-o-o?”
    He sensed a little hostility in her voice. “I thought you liked Fallon. That you were friends.”
    She scrunched her nose and lips. “I do, I am. I’m just being a little bitchy. I’d like to be in her position.”
    Surprised, he inquired, “What position is that?”
    She flashed a coy smile in his direction. “I know all about your little ménage a trois . I suppose I’m a jealous. I’ve been up here three days and…” She walked around his desk and as he turned toward her advance, she raised her patent leather boot to his chair, setting the toe of her boot between his legs, against his crotch. She pointed at him. “You make me feel sexed up. Lift up my skirt. Go ahead.”
    The thing is, from the time he met her, she made him horny too, and that’s putting it mildly. Right now, he was brimming with need. Ambivalent, his fingers grasped the hem of her short skirt and slowly raised it. As he suspected, she wore no panties. His cock was almost bursting through the fabric of his pants. He gazed at her. “I suppose you don’t have a bra on either.”
    She pulled her sweater up to her breasts to answer his question, pulled it all the way over her head and displayed a wondrous set of natural breasts. “I would think under the circumstances your wife wouldn’t have a problem if we became intimate.”
    As he let that sink in, he placed the hem of her skirt into her hand for safekeeping and ran a hand up the inside of her thigh, from her boot top to her clit. As his finger and thumb squeezed her pearl of passion, her head lolled backward. She closed her eyes and a tiny yelp of pleasure emerged from deep in her throat.
    A heavy-handed swing of his arm transferred his desktop items to the floor. He grabbed her hips and backed her against his desk. After unzipping and removing her skirt, he placed his