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order to not rip his suit off him and ask him to bend me over my desk and fuck my brains out, I had to maintain a perimeter. A bubble, if you will. Now if I could get this bubble actually constructed, that would make my life a lot easier.
    He was much better at being near me and keeping his composure. Must be all that corporate spy training. Or he just had abnormally good control over his lust. And by lust, I meant penis.
    I told myself that over time, the feelings would cool. I would be able to see him and not think about him thrusting into me, his face concentrated on what he was doing, and then the look of ecstasy that passed over it when he came . . .
    I had to stop thinking that way.
    “Why are you being so rude, Miss Clarke?” He always inserted hidden meaning into my name. I couldn’t hear him say it without it conjuring up not-work-appropriate thoughts.
    “I am trying to work and you are making it difficult. I know you came up here just to torment me. It’s not very nice.” I was interrupted by the entrance of Mr. Smith (full name Joseph Smith, no relation to the founder of the Mormon church), the head of Accounting. He had certainly gotten raked over the coals for the embezzling debacle and it was a miracle he still had a job. Lucah cleared his throat and left, but not before giving me a wink that Mr. Smith couldn’t see.
    “Hello, Rory. How are you this morning?” I smiled. You had to feel for the guy. He was another one of the oldest employees and one of Dad’s good friends. I happened to know Dad vouched for him and that was the only reason he was still working here. Most everyone else had shunned him, and his shoulders were always slumped forward now. He even avoided most eye contact.
    “I’m very well, how are you?” He was another one that got a free pass to call me by my nickname.
    “Oh I’m doing well, doing well.” He wasn’t, and we both knew that.
    “Good, good. You’ll let me know if you need anything, okay? We’ve all gotta pull together, right?” I gave him a pat on the shoulder. I knew he wasn’t going to slap me with a sexual harassment suit. He gave me a sad smile and returned the pat.
    “You’re a good girl, Rory.” At least he thought so. I took my coffee and went back to my office and prepared for the daily onslaught. It was time to put Lucah out of my mind and be the Rory I was before he came into my life.
     

     
    Of course, it would be lot easier to be the old Rory if Lucah wasn’t constantly popping up. Granted, not all of it was his fault. He often sent me completely work-related emails about new projects and so forth, but they were almost always group emails, written in stiff businessese. Work emails were strictly monitored, even more so now, so he would never take risk sending me something that wasn’t strictly on the up and up. That would definitely get both of us fired.
    But I had something else that afternoon to distract me from thinking about Lucah. Once again, I’d forgotten about the interviews the Board and Human Resources were conducting to fill the disgraced Mr. Craig’s place. They’d farmed out some of his other jobs (since he hadn’t really been doing them in the first place), but we still needed another Vice President and head of Marketing.
    I wasn’t required to be in the initial interviews, but once they’d narrowed down the candidates, I would be present for the final interview and to help choose who would ultimately take the job.
    Poor Mrs. Andrews had to escort each one from the reception area all the way down the hall to the boardroom. Because I was nosy, I kept my door open so I could check them out as they walked by.
    For me, first impressions were extremely important. Case in point, Lucah. He’d made my ladyparts throb with desire from the second I’d met him. I’d also thought he was irritating and cocky, but that was beside the point.
    Mrs. Andrews also knew that I liked to get a visual, so she slowed down when she led them by my