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you in a moment.”
    Kate wanted to groan but she nodded as she met his impassive eyes. She closed the door and heard the soft murmur of voices begin again. Kate stood at the door and took a deep, calming breath. She seemed to be doing a lot of that around him. What was it with this guy? How could he shake her so easily?
    Kate longed to sit but she knew she was too tired. If she sat in one of the comfortable chairs scattered around Eileen’s office she’d fall asleep. Her day had been grueling and the cold of exhaustion chilled her. She wanted to close her eyes and dream but instead she meandered around the office. She looked at the silly plaques meant to proclaim the importance of whoever might occupy the executive position.
    Ah, that’s new though , she thought as she spied a glass display case tucked into a far corner. Hidden lights illuminated the contents. The display looked so tasteful but she stopped dead when her mind finally caught up to the shape of the objects.
    Phallic statuary, none smaller than the largest man she’d ever seen. At least twenty of them, made of many different types of materials. They looked old, like a museum collection. A few had partners, in case the observer was unsure as to how to use the objects. Some stood in glorious isolation, as if ready for a helpful hand. Why would a man collect them? Kate was certain they belonged to Michael. But didn’t they make him feel inadequate? Could he be gay? At that possibility, Kate felt a little surge of disappointment.
    Kate shook her head. Eileen must love this display. Why was it out here? Why wasn’t it in his office? The collection fascinated and repulsed at the same time. The cocks mesmerized Kate. It had been way too long since she’d last had sex. Her insides were liquid as she imagined trying to insert the biggest piece.
    Engrossed in the collection, Kate hadn’t heard the office door open. She did hear the night supervisor scurry away and Michael tell her good night. Kate turned.
    Michael stood, arms crossed and shoulders back, against the doorjamb. His eyes locked on Kate. Her face flamed as she realized he’d watched her examine his collection.
    “Family heirlooms. Do you like them? Would you like to feel one deep inside your body? Filling you?”
    Kate swallowed hard. She hadn’t expected his bluntness.
    She was struggling with an answer when he laughed. “Sorry. It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” he said, running his hand through his hair. “Come and sit down.” He nodded his head to indicate Kate should enter his office.
    Her equilibrium disrupted, she stumbled as she walked by him. When his hand reached out to steady her he grazed her breasts and created a firestorm of desire. Eyes dancing with amusement, he smiled down at Kate as if he knew the effect of his touch. Then he moved his hand to her elbow and escorted Kate to the hot seat so recently vacated by the supervisor. After seating Kate, Michael didn’t go directly to his chair behind the desk. Instead, he walked over to an armoire. Opening the doors, he flicked a switch. Diffused lighting revealed a bar and more statues. The cocks in the cabinet were even larger than those in the outer office. Kate realized he had said something and was waiting for her reply.
    “I’m sorry,” Kate said, “what did you say?”
    “Would you like something to drink?”
    “No thank you.” Kate was too tired for alcohol and she had the feeling that drinking with this man would not be a good idea. Kate squirmed a little. The chair wasn’t comfortable. Combined with the atmosphere in the office she felt trapped. Just the lighted display and one small desk lamp illuminated the room. Kate relived her earlier feelings of lust and fear. Why were her emotions about this man so erratic? One minute she longed to throw herself into his arms and the next he terrified her. He’d really done nothing to warrant such extreme emotions. She dismissed her feelings as the result of lack of sleep