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something out.  “I have your tasks ready,” he said briskly, in a
businesslike manner.  It seemed things were back to normal.
    “Yes, sir,” Denny said.  Her phone
buzzed.  Her tasks for the day were there for her to read.
    “And just so we're clear, when
we're in public, it's Mr. Larson.  Or sir, if you prefer.”  Though his tone was
severe, his eyes sparkled impishly.  He was remembering their night together.
    Denny suppressed a smile of her
own, and merely nodded.  “Understood, sir.”
    “Now get out of here.  You have a
lot of work to do today.”
    *****
    Denny did indeed have a lot of
work, and not just for that day.  Larson had had her running around like a
chicken with its head cut off all week, driving all around Manhattan for
various tasks and errands, and even doing some typing work.  She had to wrap
and mail gifts and write cards for him to sign, and arrange for cards for all
his colleagues as well.  It was strange.  Denny never thought that the
ultra-rich had the same traditions as normal people, but apparently they did. 
Or at least, Larson did.
    By Friday, she was exhausted once
again.  Larson hadn't been quite as hard on her this week as the last one, but
he still ran her ragged.  She wasn't sure all on what to expect the following
weekend.  Would she be invited to his place again?  She just didn't know.
    “Denny,” he called her into his
office just as she was about to leave for the day.  She'd nearly given up on
any sort of invitation, and was walking out of his office with a heavy heart.
    But he pulled on a heart string and
put it back in place by calling her name.  Lola glared at her as she practically
pranced back into his office.  She didn't pay the other woman any mind though. 
She knew why Lola acted the way she did now, and Denny couldn't blame her for
more than a bit of bitterness.
    “Shut the door,” Larson said
smoothly.  He was sitting at his desk, reading glasses on as he pored through
some document or another.
    Denny obeyed, sliding the huge
wooden doors shut, and then turned to face him again.
    “So,” he said as he stood.  “I
think I'll require your assistance once more this weekend.  The holiday season
is fast approaching and I realized I hadn't even put up my decorations yet.”
    “When do you need me, sir?” Denny
asked quietly.
    Larson came around the desk now,
and without warning, he stepped up next to her and pulled her close, pressing
her generous body against his.  She could feel the heat of his body, the
hardness of it underneath his clothing.
    “All the time,” he murmured into
her ear, causing a flush to rise and excited shiver to run through her body. 
“I need you right now.”
    “Sir...” Denny breathed.  She
didn't know what to even say to that.  She wanted him too, but they couldn't. 
Not right here.
    He chuckled lowly, and stepped
away.  “Not here, of course,” he said, echoing her thoughts.  “But tomorrow
afternoon.  Be at my apartment.  He slipped a plastic card out of his pocket
and handed it to her.  “Use this to get in.”
    Her heart gave a nervous flutter. 
She knew that he was essentially handing her the key to his home.  He must have
trusted her greatly.
    “Yes, sir,” she said, slipping the
card into her purse.  She wouldn't want to lose it.
    “Good.  For now, have a good
night.”
    She nodded.  “Yes, sir.”  Then she
turned and made for the door.
    “One last thing,” he added, even as
her hand touched the knob.
    “Sir?”
    “Wear something suitable for the
work.”  A smile played around the corners of his mouth, and Denny flushed hotly
once more.
    “I will... Bran.”
    With that said, she was gone.
    *****
    It was somewhat difficult to find a
lingerie store that catered to the plus sized woman, but Denny found one after
a few minutes of Internet searching, and the following morning she made her way
to the shop.  After an hour of browsing and trying things on, she escaped with
a lacy