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quietly as he
opened the doors and left the room.  She was alone again.
    And somehow all thoughts of
quitting slipped out of her mind, snatched away by the unstoppable hurricane
that was Larson.  He had that effect.
    *****
    Throughout the entire day, Denny
wondered if she had been imagining things back at Larson's office.  After all,
once they were out in public again, he turned into the same demanding monster
that he always was.  He pointed out every single thing she did wrong and never
praised her.
    The only thing keeping her going
through that day was the conversation that morning, and the smoky stares he'd
given her in that office.  Indeed, every time they ended up alone, whether it
was in his car or in the elevator, he began flirting with her again.  He would
look at her a little too fiercely, or stand a little too close to her.  He
would brush a hand against her waist and let it linger there.
    And the teasing was driving Denny
insane.  She had no idea what his goal was, or what his plans were.  Was that
all this was; just teasing?  Or was there more?  She felt certain that she
would find out that night, in his home.
    So she endured through that
agonizing day, suffering through half an hour of being dressed down, then ten
minutes of seduction.  Her heart raced for different reasons every minute, and
she could feel her skin flush with embarrassment, then anger, then lust.
    She couldn't help herself.  Larson
wasn't a man, he was a force of nature.  No woman could resist him, least of
all her.
    Finally, the day ended.  At least,
the work day ended.  Now would come the late evening 'favor' that Larson spoke
of to her this morning.
    They had separated during the day –
Larson had an appointment with his financial adviser and tax preparer, while
Denny was charged with arranging the pick up and drop off of his latest toy, a
Lamborghini Reventon.
    It was a surreal experience, being
behind the wheel of that car, but there she was.  Even as Larson was going over
the numbers on his charitable deductions for the year, she was watching the car
being offloaded from the delivery truck.  She observed as the driver carefully
unwrapped the beast, pulling away white protective plastic and revealing the
slick, metallic gray paint job.  And before she was even aware of it, she was
squeezing her body into the rather cramped cockpit.
    How had she gotten herself into
this mess?  She waved off the delivery driver and started the engine.  It
roared to life quickly and responsively, making her entire body vibrate with
the power of that engine.  Denny shivered at that feeling.  She loved the power
in this car already, but she also feared it.  It was like Larson – powerful,
wild, and untamed, and most likely too much for a woman like her.
    She supposed she would find out if
that was true soon enough.
    Denny only had to drive the super
car a few hundred feet, from the back of the delivery truck and into one of
Larson's private parking spots in the parking garage of his luxury apartment. 
It should have been an easy enough job, but she still felt her body shiver and
tense with nervousness as she popped the car into drive.
    Slowly, ever so slowly she inched
forward and turned into the dark belly of the parking garage.  For a moment she
panicked when darkness engulfed her.  She had no idea where the switch for the
headlights was, but after a few moments of fumbling, she found it.
    She rolled through the garage now,
going lower and lower as she peered out the window, looking for the appropriate
parking spot.  It was on the fifth level, so she drove on.  Down, down, down
she went, lower and lower into the garage.  The Lambo purred, almost growled
through every level.  She could feel its power underneath her foot, its desire
to be going much faster than it was, but it wouldn't.  Denny might have wielded
the beast, but she was afraid to use it.  She was afraid that she couldn't
control it.  She would only just barely tap