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and smiled in satisfaction then passed the paper to the chairman.
    Victoria tentatively held up a questioning pen for him and smiled with all her heart. He tossed her a quick tender look and his large, mustard yellow fingers brushed against hers, infusing her skin with warm tingles that spread up her arm then reaching low, heating her feminine parts. He grasped for the pen. A futile attempt. His fingers too large to handle the small instrument.
    "Oh you two..." the blue angel jumped in and guided the large man's thumb into the signature area. She let go of the paper, and it floated in the air for several seconds making a sort of revving noise and then – DING – there were two pieces of paper floating in the air notarized by the chairman, one pink and one blue. Then she snatched both copies out of the air and presented them to the small man from AR. " Here you go Cecil."
    He reached for the blue one, and the blue fairy godmother dropped the pink one on top of the shark’s semi conscious head. "Best you leave while you still have all your limbs attached," she hissed near his ear, and then looked at her watch. “It’s way past my lunch time, you know,” she added, curling her upper lip to reveal a double row of serrated, razor sharp teeth.
    The VP stared back at her, eyes wide, bottom lip trembling.
    Victoria’s rattled nerves had settled and was able to assess the situation that had just unraveled before her. The sleazy VP who had tormented her for months had finally been fired. Her boss, whom she thought was Syalantian had turned all space-Hulk on her, only condiment yellow and beat the crap out of the VP. The boss she secretly had been in love with for the last three years, the one who always stumbled and turned away when she was around, had defended her and come to her rescue.
    Now Mr. Azule stood apart from the others arms crossed on his massive, naked chest, a pensive look in his stark face. Everyone was focused on the sleazy VP’s exit from the building, various alien expletives trailed after him. Victoria watched as the gentle, mild mannered, usually not so big, not yellow and not so naked chairman turned his back and plodded toward the large door of his office. His backside was as sinfully delicious as his front. Wide muscular shoulders framed a strong sensual back sitting on top of two very tight, rounded and perked up gluts that begged to be squeezed. His tattered pants hanged loosely around two impressive thighs and two sexy as hell calves. An image of his powerful legs sprawled between hers entered her mind and a heat wave blasted her aching core. She closed her eyes and she could almost feel his large hands touching and exploring every inch of her skin, tendrils of desire invading every intimate part of her body. Making her wet down low and just like that all the longing nights and the restless days at the office thinking, dreaming about him all rushed back.
    That was it! She screamed inside and fluttered her eyes open. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She was mad. Mad at herself for being too shy to confess her feelings to him. Mad at her job because she truly enjoyed working there. Working under him. Even if she mustered the courage to profess her feelings to him and somehow he didn’t laugh at her face and agreed to be with her she’d have to quit her job. Romantic relations between supervisors and employees were strictly prohibited. She loved her job and she was damn good at it. She was mad at him for never having shown an interest in her. Did he even like her? Why would he even fight for her today if he didn’t?
    Her chest tightened and her head reeled as her heart prompted her to do one thing and her mind another. As the distance between them increased so did the pain in her chest. Before she realized what she was doing, she called out to him, “Mr. Azule, please wait a moment.”
    The chairman paused, his massive back visibly stiff, but he didn’t turn around. He simply stood there.
    “Mr.