Girls That Finish The Job
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The rain traced silver paths down the darkened office window, blurring the city lights into a distant, shimmering dream. His hand, warm and steady, found the small of my back as we stood watching the storm, a simple touch that sent a current of awareness through my entire being. I turned to face him, my breath catching at the raw tenderness in his eyes, so different from his usual boardroom composure. He slowly brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek, his fingertips whispering against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The air grew thick with unspoken words, a palpable tension built from months of stolen glances and suppressed longing. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing in the quiet room as he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against mine. I could feel the soft warmth of his breath on my lips, a silent question hanging between us in the hushed twilight. Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the moment, melting into his embrace as his arms wrapped around me, strong and secure. The world outside, with all its rules and responsibilities, simply dissolved into the gentle sound of the falling rain. In that quiet sanctuary, I felt truly seen, not as an employee, but as the woman who had secretly captured his heart.
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