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between duty and desire

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Taylor Swift had always been proud of her ambition. At 28, she was determined to make her mark in New York City's competitive marking industry. When she landed a job as a senior strategist at Kelce Enterprises, a prestigious consulting firm, it seemed like everything was finally falling into place. Working under the firms powerful CEO, Travis Kelce, was an opportunity she'd been hungry for. His reputation preceded him- brilliant, decisive, and an innovator in his field.

From the first day she stepped into his glass-walled office on the 50th floor, she felt a spark. Travis Kelce was tall, with dark hair speckled with gray at the temples, and had an intensity in his blue eyes that made it hard to look away. The first time she shook his hand, she felt the strength and confidence in his grip.

"Welcome to the team, Taylor," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I've heard a lot about your work and I'm expecting great things from you."

Taylor couldn't help but smile, feeling a thrill both challenging and intrigue. "Thank you, Mr. Kelce. I'm ready to hit the ground running."

"Call me Travis," he corrected her with a slight smile. "We're informal around here- at least when it's just us."

From that moment, something unspoken simmered between them. Travis had a way of looking at her during meetings, holding her gaze a beat longer than necessary, his expression a blend of curiosity and intensity. At first, Taylor dismissed it as a simple, professional connection- she was his protégé, and he was her mentor. But as the weeks went by, the lines began to blur.

The late nights in the office became more frequent. Travis would linger at her desk to discuss ideas, his tone softening as their conversations veered from marketing strategies to personal musings. Taylor found herself drawn to him in a way that she hadn't felt in years- his confidence, his wit, his sharp mind. But he was married, and she wasn't naive enough to belobe she could change that.

One night, after a grueling day of meetings, Travis invited her to a nearby bar to have a drink and unwind. Taylor hesitated for a moment, knowing the risks but she agreed. They settled into a quiet booth in a dimly lit corner, their conversation flowing easily at first, discussing work, then shifting to deeper, more personal topics. Taylor found herself opening up to him in a way she hadn't with anyone in years, revealing her fears and dreams and the feeling that she was still searching for something more.

"I feel the same sometimes," Travis confessed, his eyes locked on hers. "Like I'm living someone else's life. From the outside, everything looks perfect- success, the marriage, the house. But inside... sometimes it feels like there's something missing."

The air between them thickened, charged with an undeniable tension. Taylor's breath as her boss reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers. The touch sent a shock through her, igniting something deep and dangerous.

"Travis, we shouldn't," she began, her voice faltering.
"Tell me you don't feel it, too," he said, his voice low, his eyes searching hers.

She couldn't. She felt it- every fiber of her body was being drawn to him. Without thinking, Taylor leaned in and their lips met in a kiss that was slow and intense and filled with months of pent-up desire. But as quickly as it began, reality crashed down around them. Taylor pulled back, her heart racing, a shocked expression on her face.

"I have to go," she whispered, grabbing her coat and rushing out before Travis could stop her.

The following days were a whirlwind of emotions. Guilt, fear and longing twisted inside Taylor, making it hard to focus. She told herself to keep things professional, to bury the feelings that threatened to consume her. But Travis wasn't willing to let go so easily. He began sending her late-night-texts, first about work, then gradually more personal, more dirty. The tension between them became unbearable, and one evening, it snapped.