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cares . She cares deeply.
    Ms. Radcliffe puts down the phone.
    “Go right in,” she says, “he’s waiting for you.”
    “Thank you.”
    “That’s a very pretty dress you’ve got on today. I have to warn you – many girls here have tried, but he’s not easily impressed.” There’s a twinkle in Ms. Radcliffe’s eye.
    Color creeps into Susan’s cheeks.
    I wonder how much she knows.
    “Thank you,” she says again, and pushes the doors open.
    She swore she wouldn’t be affected by him. After all, he has spanked her and fucked her thoroughly yesterday. She has swallowed his cock as far as it would go into her throat, and yet, she feels the blood draining from her head as she gazes upon him.
    Channing Crawford raises his vivid blue eyes to hers, and her knees almost buckle. She finds herself falling into those pools – those depths upon oceans of mesmerizing blue. Oh my God. What is happening to me? Angrily, she tries to shrug it off. He doesn’t care for you. You’re only a sex doll to him. Don’t waste your time – he isn’t worth it.
    She just wishes he isn’t so damned handsome and magnetic. She just wishes she doesn’t get that fluttery, hollow feeling between her legs every time she looks at him.
    I can handle this. This is a purely business arrangement.
    Yes, she has to keep telling herself that.
    “Pretty dress,” he remarks.
    “Thank you.”
    “Come over here and let me have a look at you.”
    Obediently, she does as she is bid. She goes to her customary place – beside him behind the desk. He swivels his chair and appraises her with undisguised interest. She studies his features, marveling at the fine curves and lines of his cheekbones and nose.
    “You’re wearing stockings,” he observes.
    “Yes.”
    “They are very pretty. I didn’t ask you to wear stockings.”
    “No.” She’s uncertain now. Should she have worn stockings? Should she have checked with him first?
    “And yet you did.” He doesn’t seem angry. Amused, more like, in the way the sides of his mouth turn upward. “Why?”
    Why indeed.
    She swallows. “I just they would look . . . nice, sir.”
    “I’ll be the judge of that.” He leans back in his chair. “Lift up your dress.”
    She is expecting this, and so she tugs up the blue hem of her dress, revealing the coppery triangle between her legs. She is aware that the white, white skin of her thighs and lower belly contrasts starkly with the black garters around her waist and her stockings.
    He draws in a sharp breath. A thrill of gratification butterflies within her. She always likes it when she elicits a reaction from him. He is so forbidding otherwise – so distant and unfathomable. It is nice to know that he is flesh and blood like everyone else.
    “Good girl,” he says appreciatively. “You’re good at following orders. So you’re punctual, obedient and you have initiative. All good characteristics for a VP.”
    Oh? Is this whole thing some sort of character integrity test?
    She isn’t sure about anything, of course.
    “Thank you,” she says. She wishes he would touch her. With her dress hiked up like this and the garters emphasizing her bare pussy triangle, she feels more naked than she would be if she were truly naked.
    Reading her mind, he reaches between her legs.
    “Spread your thighs,” he commands.
    She opens her legs, making sure she stands on a broader base. His fingers burrow in between her pussy lips and her personal water tap starts up again. She feels the trickle starting deep within her – a little sluice of desire and need.
    Oh yes, it always starts this way.
    Her fingers compress the hot little nub of her clit. She squirms, and he looks up at her face. She is very flushed.
    “You like this, don’t you?” he says.
    “Yes.”
    “And do you like this?” His voice takes on an edge. He digs deeper into her furrows, sending a spasm of pleasure straight into her womb.
    “Ohhh,” she cries despite herself.
    He watches her face