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her nub in small circles, his own breath coming in shallow gasps as he brought her closer and closer.  Soon, she could not hold out any longer and cried out, bucking and writhing against his hand, shuddering as wave after wave crashed over her.  She continued to ride his hand, slowing little by little until finally, spent, she quieted, her head leaning back against his chest, her breathing ragged but slowing, her eyes closed in an expression of bliss. 
    They remained like that for a minute or two, Christina struggling to regain her composure. When finally she opened her eyes, she found the man staring at her in the mirror.  He gently turned her around, and when his gaze met hers directly for the first time, he leaned down gently and gave her a long, deep, full kiss that made her dizzy.  Pulling back from her, he once again met her gaze with his steely blue eyes, and quietly opened the door and slipped out.
    Christina, alone now, stared unbelievingly in the mirror at herself. Did that just happen? She looked around her, the only evidence of his presence her dishevelled appearance and the relaxed, post-orgasmic glow on her face.  This man, this complete stranger, had awakened feelings in her that she had never experienced before.  She did not know his name, nor did he know hers.  It was all but certain she would never see him again.  Her body could still feel his touch, and even in the afterglow her skin longed for him already.  As she struggled to sort out her emotions, she composed her appearance and stepped out of the bathroom.  Back inside the car, he was nowhere to be seen.  At once relieved and a little disappointed, she found her seat again and sat down to finish preparing for her meeting with Courtney. 
    Thursday morning, the day of her interview at Zuppan, dawned sunny and warm.  It was the kind of day that always made Christina wish a little bit that she was independently wealthy.  What she wouldn't give to be able to spend this entire day outdoors, taking in the sites of the city that were still new and seemingly endless to her.  In preparation for her interview, Christina dressed with special care, aiming for stylish as well as professional, and hoping that she would not stick out too much as a Midwesterner, but that she would manage to distinguish herself from the unknown number of other applicants.  She debated whether to put her hair up or leave it loose, ultimately deciding on the latter.  She knew that her hair was one of her best features, and after all, the job was as a personal assistant to a rich, powerful man.  No reason not to use all her assets to her advantage. 
    In the train on the way to the interview, she couldn't help but think back to her unusual adventure of two days before.  The mere thought caused a throbbing between her legs, and she snapped herself out of it sternly, realizing that this was no time for distractions.  Besides, you've thought about it plenty of times in the last couple of days, with help from your battery-powered friend, she told herself.  It was true, the mere thought of the handsome and sexy stranger and what had transpired between them had had her running to her room and locking the door on several occasions since Tuesday morning.  She longed again for his touch, and wished against all reality that somehow she could see him again.  Truthfully, however, he hardly looked as though he lived in the suburbs, so she had to imagine that his being on that particular train was an unusual occurrence.  Sighing, she closed her eyes, cleared her mind, and concentrated on mentally preparing herself for the stressful interview. 
    Upon her arrival at the Zuppan headquarters, she was met by a woman named Nora Stanton, who looked to be in her late thirties, was rail thin, drop-dead gorgeous and sophisticated, and whose exact title at the company Christina did not immediately ascertain. Ms. Stanton took her for a very brief tour of the offices, and then sat down with