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There was a knock on my door. “Come in,” I said, barely raising my head.

“You still at it?” Sasha, my administrative assistant, asked.

“Yeah, I need to take this to the printer first thing in the morning, and I want to be through with this tonight.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“I’m not sure, but something is wrong with it; I guarantee you. I can feel it.” I finally looked up. “Oh, you didn’t have to bring me anything to drink,” I said, referring to the cup of black tea in her hand.

“You definitely needed it.”

I took a sip, then set the tea on my desk. “Thank you. It’s delicious, as always.”

When she didn’t make an effort to leave the office, I asked, “Is there something else?”

“No, ma’am. I just wondered if you wanted me to look at it.”

“Yes, it would be nice having someone else to look over this, since my eyes aren’t working correctly.”

She laughed and took a seat across from me.

“You should really be on this side of the desk to get the full effect.”

A smile crossed her face as she pulled the chair to my side of my desk and took a seat. She looked over the magazine articles laid out and asked, “Is this the order you have them in now?”

“Yes, and I don’t like it.”

“I see why. How about if you…” She rearranged two articles completely, looked at her work, and then moved three more. “Do this? How’s that?”

I looked down at her work. “I like it better than my original thoughts, but…”

“Something still feels wrong, huh?”

She reached across me again and began shifting articles. As she reached over me, her breasts touched my arm. I tried to ignore it, but as she kept reaching, the breast grazing continued. Either Sasha didn’t notice or she didn’t care.

“Okay, how about now?”

I looked at her work again. “Wait, I can work with this.” I grabbed an article that Sasha had placed at the end of the magazine and set it down. “If this is moved right here…”

“Oh, I see. Then it flows better with this one. And this one can go next.”

Sasha and I spent the next fifteen minutes arranging and rearranging articles until the magazine had both of our stamps of approval. I tried not to notice her perfectly shaped breasts, but that was not an easy task. See, I’d never looked at Sasha in a sexual way at all. I’d never looked at any woman like that, but especially Sasha. She was always looked at as my administrative assistant. But it was after hours, and she wasn’t as primped as she’d been that morning. Her hair was not as put together as it had been and her clothes were not as straight. She looked different; sexy.

The expression on her face indicated that I hadn’t answered a question that she’d apparently asked. “Yes?”

“I asked if we were done.”

“Yes.” I put the finished magazine in a case for the printer and began straightening up my desk. “Thank you for staying later than usual.”

“It was no problem, Ms. Jameson. I enjoyed being on that side of the desk for a change.”

“None of that Ms. Jameson stuff. Call me Karen.”

“Okay, Karen.” She moved her chair back in place and looked at me.

“What is it, Sasha?”

“Nothing. Well, it’s just, you are beautiful.”


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