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CHRISTOPHER
I tried hard to not think about Emma during her second week at the office. I kept myself busy and didn’t even go into the office until the end of the week. That was either a terrible mistake or fate. I wasn’t sure which.
When I stepped off the elevator, I saw her walking down the hall, her back to me. As if by some miracle, her sweet scent still lingered in the air. I inhaled it deep into my lungs, setting myself on fire. My c**k hardened immediately, and my brain went to work, trying to figure out a way to get the pretty young thing alone for the weekend.
As if by instinct, I thought of something her father could do which would take him and his wife out of town for the weekend. And then I went to work, thinking up something for Emma to do to get her out of town as well.
