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other, gripping warmly, lingering for far longer than necessary. Her eyes follow mine and she is soon inspecting the physical connection that binds us together. But even after a beat, neither of us attempt to pull away.
    I feel her erotic appraisal as her eyes glide from our hands, up my chest to finally meet and hold my gaze. Her chest expands as she takes a deep breath, inhaling my Dior cologne, and releases a deep sigh through her nose as she exhales.
    Dark coffee irises gape desirously and achingly into cobalt eyes. Her attention deviates from my eyes, to my mouth, when I leisurely smooth my tongue over the surface of my drying lips. Watching intently, she mimics my action and darts her tongue across her pink, full lower lip, then retracts it slowly before sinking her teeth into the plump flesh and holds it in a manner both innocent and suggestive.
    I let out a deep, feral sigh from low in my throat. To graze my thumb over those lips, to press my own against them, to taste her…
    We both jump, startled by the unexpected knocking at the door. With our moment teeming with unspoken intentions now over, we recover our equilibrium, and allow our hands to fall aversely away from each other.
    “Come in,” I call exasperated, running my right hand through my hair, while Samantha’s attention falls on her shoes. She tucks an escaped strand of hair behind her right ear. Her fingertips linger underneath her ear lobe, and she pulls her elbow flush against her body.
    “Mr. Wentworth, your 10:00 a.m. has arrived.”
    “Thank you, Chloe. Will you show Miss Kennedy the ropes?” I sanction as I make my way around the desk to the executive chair.
    “The ropes, sir?” her bewildered expression is etched deeply on her oval face and laced through her tone. Removing her black framed glasses, she tucks a wisp of blond hair behind her ear, revealing a glimmer of her ruby dropper-earring.
    “Yes, Chloe, the ropes; Miss Kennedy is now officially our first intern.” Awkwardness consumes me, I feel like an interloper spying through the bushes at some forbidden spectacle, as the two women appraise one another.
    Chloe’s eyes scorch with jealousy.
    “Yes, of course, sir. Miss Kennedy, if you will follow me,” she murmurs, with a degree of warmth that does not match her expression.
    Samantha strides over to the threshold.
    “Miss Kennedy––” I call after her, and she abruptly turns on the heel to face me. “It’s nice to have you aboard.” I give away to a salacious grin. My brow slightly arched.
    “Thank you for having me aboard, sir.” Both her eyes and grin are a reflection of my own. I vaguely contemplate what aboard means for her.
    Boss and employer, I swivel in my seat and face the expanse vista of San Francisco before me, the bay in the distance.
    I sigh inwardly.
    Something is telling me, this isn’t going to be easy sailing.
     
     

THREE
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    SAMANTHA
    I think the day went rather well, my subconscious confirms my silent statement with an overstated nod of her head.
    I rest against the corner of the brilliant white elevator, feeling the coolness of the full-length, mirrored surface through my linen blouse, while the blue spotlighting creates a stylish, yet relaxing ambiance. Exhausted, I sigh and hang my head. I feel I’ve have just completed a marathon.
    My body makes way for excitement, my inner-child bounces up and down clapping her hands animatedly. I can’t wait to tell Jessie about my day. As exhausted as I am, I feel a smile stealing its way across my features and I suppress the urge to mirror my inner-child. I am no longer a temp, I am an intern. I suppose that creates a small degree of job security.
    My subconscious nods slowly at me, whilst holding up a wine glass to toast my success. Yes, she’s right; this does deserve a celebration.
    My thought train is momentarily distracted as I recall every thought that prompted my very impious musings while I gaped, secretly yearning over,