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Sanya disappears and comes back with a rolling cart. I watch her push the cake
and goodie laden cart across our floor towards the opening with the table we use
for impromptu meetings and occasions like this. Sanya’s path requires her to go
down the aisle between Dom’s and my desk. She makes eye contact with both of
us because neither one of us is working like we’re supposed to. Our desire is

different; Dom desires the unknown, and I desire what is. Either way, both of us
are focusing on the wrong thing.
She stops between us since we are her captive audience.
“Bonjour, gentleman.” Her red stained lips smile at me then Dom. “You two
ready for cake?”
We nod. If cake is a figurative representation for something else, then hell, yes!
The glint in Dom’s eyes reveal a similar thought. I swallow my irritation.
“You’re Henri, the birthday boy…”
My cock perks up at the sound of my name. Sanya has pronounced my name
CORRECTLY. My dirty mind immediately imagines her moaning my name. This
work day suddenly feels longer than it should. I’m ready to leave. I’m ready to
throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of here. Fuck the cake and the work
on my desk.

“….and you are?”
“I’m Dom. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Ms. Shaw.” His tone is that of a
teenager meeting a hot teacher.
“Nice to meet you too, Dom.” Her perfume flirts with me while she speaks to
him.
My eyes follow the curve of her ass down her thighs to her legs and sexy calves.
Her high heels and efforts to push the cart enhance her toned, sexy legs. I do
excellent work, and I will admire it thoroughly at home.
“I will see you two in a few minutes.”
I watch as her ass cheeks clench and release alternatively with each step, then
look around the rest of the room for good measure. I casually look at Dom. He
waggles his brows at me.
“Dude, you would totally hit it.” He takes in another long look at her bending
over to setup plates and forks, “So would I.”
That’s it. I pelt him with a stress ball. Surprised blue eyes land on me.
My shoulders tense and release in a casual shrug.