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That girl had power over me, and she didn’t even realize it. As she came closer, nearing the doorway, I shifted my gaze away from my computer screen, anticipating that face I couldn’t get enough of. Waiting. She paused the second she stilled, smiling. “Do you need anything? Or can I help with anything?” Goddamn it. Several weeks into her employment, and she looked more beautiful every day. She’d braided her hair, the long tail falling across her left shoulder, which was bare due to the angle of her shirt. She wore almost no makeup, aside from glossy lips that were making my d**k hard and darkened eyelashes that were long and blinking as she stared at me. From her looks alone, there would be another cold shower in my very near future. Since the start of Sydney’s employment, my d**k h
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