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had to take his mind off of his problem. Pro blems . Even though, he supposed, she had inadvertently caused the problem in the first place. The problem he wasn't thinking about. Because it was...
    Confusing.
    Well, shit, Sam thought. Turning away from the window he rubbed a hand over his face, trying to wipe away his exhaustion and confusion. He spotted his decanters and crossed the room to them, pouring himself a finger of scotch and swallowing it in one gulp.
    He looked at the clock again.
    Barely ten forty-five.
    “Fuck this,” Sam said aloud to no one there, put his empty glass down, and strode to the door of the office. Reaching out, he flung it open.
    His assistant, Anna, dropped the glossy magazine she had been reading and started frantically typing on her computer, trying to look busy. Sam ignored her and stalked down the hall to the elevators. Mashing his hand against the button, he waited for it to answer his summons.
    He was going to go get Maddy right now, he decided, and they were going to go out for lunch. Or go out to fuck, and then get lunch. Or go out, get lunch, fuck, then have a snack. And fuck again.
    If she was up for it, that is, but, given last night and her easy acceptance of his invitation this morning, she probably would be. She was... different. Just thinking about her made his dick twitch with remembered desire. Her luscious curves had filled his hands, her sweet soft body had consumed him. Her breasts—delicious and huge and completely real—had closed around his cock and milked it dry as she writhed under him.
    God, she had been so willing last night, but in a way that lacked the desperation of his more recent conquests. As if she just wanted to enjoy herself and wasn't thinking of their drunken screw as an audition for the part of girlfriend. It was refreshing, to say the least.
    Sam smiled to himself as the elevator dinged. He'd go downstairs, whisk her away from her desk—never mind what her boss... Randy? Rich? Oh, didn't matter—never mind what her boss thought about it. She was a great lay and easy to talk to, and as far as Sam was concerned that was enough for him.
    The elevator doors slid open.
    Chet stood there, glowering.
    He always glowered. It was part of his brooding mystery. But Sam had known him long enough to know that this was a glower of considerable inner turmoil rather than general universal disgruntlement.
    Knowing this didn't really help matters, and when Chet turned his icy glare on him, Sam felt the blood rush to his face.
    Memories from last night, actively suppressed, rose up unbidden. Chet above him as he buried himself inside Maddy's warm, inviting body. Chet's fingers slicking over the base of his cock. Chet's thighs brushing against his own as he took Maddy from behind. Chet's finger, coated in cum, pushing into his ass as he blew his load over beautiful, bountiful breasts.
    Their cocks sliding together, separated only by Maddy's inner walls.
    Sam tried to ignore the weakening of his knees as he jerked his eyes away from Chet's and stared pointedly at the potted plant that stood next to the elevator doors. It looked dusty. Was it even alive? Was it a fake plant? That would explain why no one ever seemed to water it. How gauche. They should have real plants. Real plants, for a real company, staffed by real men. No wonder last quarter's gains weren't as good as he would have liked. In fact, he should get on those numbers, figure out what went wrong. Right after he took Maddy out to lunch. Or for a quickie. Lunch and a quickie. Two quickies? Quickie, lunch, quickie. That would be good. Allow for the refractory period, perhaps...
    Chet's shoulder clipped him, hard, as he passed, and Sam spun. He opened his mouth to call Chet an asshole—a reflex born of years of being on the receiving end of Chet's bad moods—but the words froze in his mouth. He didn't want to bring up assholes in front of Chet. It might remind Chet of last night.
    Fuck. It was reminding him of