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tuck in your shirt in the back," Jack whispered. "You look like you just got fucked against the office wall."
     
    He grinned at her, blue eyes snapping with something Sara could not identify. When he turned away and ran his hand through his dark hair, it stood up in way that made her want to thread her fingers through it.
     
    God -- it could get interesting if every time he spoke, her pussy spoke back.
     
    Get a grip Sara. Do not let him do this to you.
     
    "Yeah, thanks, whatever," she mumbled, as she made her way back to her office to flip the light on.
     
    Jack ambled into the kitchenette, opened the fridge and grabbed a Diet Coke
     
    "Who's here?" the sing-song voice of Meg, the office sad-sack agent, traveled back to them.
     
    "Just me Meg," Sara shocked herself with her voice's steadiness.
     
    "Well, young lady, did you buy a new car or something?"
     
    Meg didn't do much business, never had. She hung out around the office all the time, never going out to work. Most offices had them  -- the resident sob-story types that managers could not cut lose out of the goodness of their hearts. She was also a great listener, which endeared her to many agents and kept her from being completely annoying.
     
    "No lovely lady," Jack called out striding out to the hall. "That's my ride as you well know!"
     
    "Jaaack, you devil!" Meg voice scraped fingernails down Sara's internal chalkboard.
     
    Sara rolled her eyes. She suddenly felt really, really cheap. Jack flirted with everybody. He hadn't singled her out on the phone over the last few weeks. Flirting for him was like breathing; he couldn't not do it.
     
    Great. And you let him fuck you, practically in public, without a second thought. What is wrong with you?
     
    Nothing, the New Sara caressed her ear. Nothing another session with him won't cure. Enjoy, don't think, don't plan. Just lay back and take what he has to give you.
     
    Jack met Meg halfway up the hall, and Sara realized he headed her off on purpose, keeping her from approaching where the hall smelled a bit musky. There would be no doubt that sex had occurred there.
     
    "What brings you to our fancy downtown office, young man?"
     
    "Had to bring something over to Sara. We have a tough deal that's finally coming together. I wanted to deliver it in person and I knew she'd be here -- she's always here, isn't she?" Jack threw an arm around Meg's shoulders.
     
    "Yes, our Sara, she's a hard worker," Meg agreed. "She'll be our top producer in no time!"
     
    Jack looked back, caught Sara's eye and winked. "Yep, she'll be on top very soon for sure. Especially if I have a say in it!"
     
    She glared at him, her whole body reacting to his words like a silly love-struck teenager.
     
    "We're headed out," Sara caught up with them and breezed past. "Want us to lock up or are you staying a while Meg?" She didn't care, really, simply needed to get out of the space. Her brain spun out of control. It was not a feeling she liked or wanted to perpetuate. "Meet you at Tres Amigos Jack." She tossed over her shoulder, unwilling to look back, not trusting herself to meet his eyes.
     
     
     
     
     
    On his way to meet Sara at the Mexican place, Jack had to roll down all his windows and let the slightly cooling Michigan summer night breeze ruffle his hair. He kept a hand on the wheel but brought the other to his face, wanting to keep Sara's scent near. He shook his head to clear it. There had been no need to drop any papers off -- that was what scanners and email were for. He had wanted her to think it a random drop-in visit, not the premeditated encounter it was. But things had spiraled out of control fast, too fast.
     
    It had been a real buzz getting to know her through this deal. Her professionalism, the calm efficiency she used to handle her buyer had been amazing and he knew damn good and well that was part of her appeal. It drove him to her office that night, determined to scoop her up and take her out, somewhere,