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I say, “every other woman I’ve dated would have
loved being on display for every magazine in the country...  Revelled in it,
even.”
    “Well, I guess, I’m not like any other woman you’ve dated.” 
She fidgets with her neckline.
    “No,” I say, “I guess you’re not.”
    She holds me tighter and a blazing heat rockets through me.
    I want to touch her, more than anything.  The way her
fingers wrap around my arm fills me with carnal desire.  My mind begs me to rip
the dress apart with my bare hands and cover her amazing body with my lips, to
lick and nibble her breasts and fondle her hair and stoke every inch of her,
all the way down her soft thighs... and further down to her...
    I inhale a sharp sobering breath.
    No.  This is wrong.  Very wrong.
    She’s an employee.  Not to mention, she’s so innocent and
only clinging to me out of a broken heart.  I never screw with women on the
rebound - it’s unseemly.  Especially not when there’s so many other beautiful
women out there who are far too easy to possess.
    Melody is completely off limits.  Sex with her would be
complicated and very risky, to me and to my business.  I cannot allow myself to
feel this desire for her, no matter how much it blinds me.
    Even if she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
    But is she?  Maybe my lust and desire for her is clouding my
judgment and making me see a treasure more glistening than reality would have
me believe.
    I look down her curvy body and my skin prickles.  The way
the black fabric of the dress hugs those breasts, and the sensual curve of her
neck up to that pale skin of her face, framed by those gorgeous locks of soft
auburn hair...
    No, I’m right.
    The desire I have for her is wrong and forbidden, and part
of me doesn’t care.
    Why could I not take an employee as a lover?
    Her eyes dart back to the floor.
    “You’re beautiful, Melody.”
    She shakes her head.  “I wish you would stop saying that.”
    How can she not realise her beauty?  It blows me away every
time.  Any other employee would have used such aesthetically pleasing looks to
seek attention from her bosses.  They would have used it to climb the corporate
ladder and live a life of spoils off every wealthy man in my empire. 
Especially me.
    “I’m not beautiful,” she says.
    I narrow my eyes.  “Are you calling me a liar?”
    “No, no, you’re not, not really, I mean.  You’re just being
nice.”
    “Melody, look at me.”
    Her face rises and I fix her deep wonderful eyes to my own.
    “Let me tell you something about me.  I don’t do pity
dates.  If you are here on a date with me it is because I truly believe you are
worthy of my standard.  And my standard happens to be beautiful women.  And it
is a high standard.  I look at you now, and no one can compare.”
    The frustration and worry drips away from her face, replaced
with a look of innocence and wonder.
    “You... you really think I’m nice looking?”
    “ Nice looking ?”  I shake my head in amazement.  “You
are beautiful. No ifs and buts and anything else.  You are truly
beautiful, my princess.”
    She blushes a hot red and for a second I realise just how
young she really is.  Her application said nineteen, but there are so many
different types of nineteen year olds out there - some flirty and sexual and
devil may care.
    And some were like Melody.  Quiet and reserved and innocent.
    A sense of empathy warms me - I was once like her.  I
remember a time when my open heart caused me to be reckless in the name of
being accepted and loved.  A sharp awakening forced me out of that place, but I
still remember how it felt.
    And to see Melody act so young, it not only fills me with a
sense of nostalgia, but also a peculiar longing to embrace her in my arms and
protect her from this world.
    I push the feeling down deep inside where it can no longer
haunt me and tempt me.  There is no possible way I could go through tonight
feeling this way about her and