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She rounded the table slowly, and I caught her wrist when she reached me.
I pushed my chair back from the desk, creating a narrow corridor of space between myself and the mahogany, and looked up at her.
"Sit."
Her eyes dropped to my thigh and then came back up to my face with an expression that walked a very careful line between alarm and something she was working hard to keep off her face entirely.
"We're in the office," she said, her voice dropping, clearly trying to be reasonable about something unreasonable. "Anyone could walk in."
"Unless they have a death wish," I said, "no one walks into my office without my permission. Except Harold, and Harold and I have already had our interaction for the day." I held her gaze. "Sit down, Kiss."
She sat. Perched was the more accura
