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professional distance between the two of them was going to try even his patience. “What size do you wear?” he asked nonchalantly.
    “Size small in shirt, and 6 in pants,” knowing her size was definitely nothing to be embarrassed about.
    He nodded curtly and moved out of the room. He needed a few moments to compose himself. This girl was having an effect on him that had him on edge. Walking into the supply room he focused on pulling out uniforms in her size and reminding himself that she was just another employee. The soft scent of her rose perfume still lingered in his memory and he knew hiring her was a mistake he would pay for.
     
    Cara glanced around curious to find out more about her new boss. Lining the shelves of the office, were tons of books that had seen better days, but what really caught her attention were some of the titles. They ranged from Alchemy to history and a little of everything in between. She wondered if he had actually read all of them. Handsome and intelligent, she sighed; there really was no hope for her.
    He walked back in the room carrying a few garments. His composure was no better than before, and he came to the conclusion that getting her out of here quickly was his only alternative. “There's a restroom down the hall, two doors on the left.” Hoping his words didn't sound as strained as he felt, he attempted a smile. “If you wouldn't mind, please try those on to see if they fit.” Did she have any idea how tempting she looked staring at him that way? he pondered.
    She felt a little guilty for trying to discover things about him, especially since his mannerism was nothing but professional. Taking the bag from his hand she stood and tried not to allow her eyes to roam over his beautiful form. "I'll be right back," forcing her own smile she walked down the hall. Whatever it was about this man that had her ready to jump through hoops to please him, she didn't want him to know just how much he affected her. Taking a deep breath, she found the restroom and walked into a huge stall that had a bench and two long mirrors inside. Shaking her head at the decor of the bathroom, she wondered why it felt like everything just seemed to be overdone in this place. Sliding off her clothes, she opened the bag and was glad that everything wasn't completely black. Determined to get her mind back in the right place, she tried on the uniform.
    The shirt was actually very pretty, she thought. It was crimson red with puffy short sleeves and a deep v in the front. As she tried it on, she noted it did show lots of cleavage, but being blessed in that department it wasn't a huge concern. The skirt was a little on the short side for her taste, but she wasn't a complete prude. It fell a few inches down her thighs. Thankfully it was a perfect fit and she wouldn't need to ask him for another size. Glancing in the long mirror, she was pretty happy with her reflection. It wasn't obscene just a little more daring than how she normally dressed.
    Folding the clothes neatly she put them back in the bag. She was relieved that there were two other uniforms of the same size in there, because that meant she wouldn't have to visit the laundry mat every day. The little apartment she rented didn’t have a washer or dryer. Actually it didn't have much of anything besides a bed, shower stall, small dresser and a closet. It was the most she could afford and there was no contract, just a weekly payment. More than once she had worried that she wouldn't be able to pay the small fee. Changing back into her street clothes, she walked back to the office door and knocked lightly.
    “Come in,” he watched her walk in the room and was pleased that his body didn't react immediately. “Did everything fit?” He felt completely in control once more. The small amount of time she had been gone, he'd spent reminding himself that he was her boss and not someone who seduced young girls.
    “Perfect,” she smiled unable to stop noticing again