Make Me Yours!!

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Roman-

What I wouldn't give to take a bite out of that ass! The skirt she's wearing has tightened SIGNIFICANTLY across that delectable derriere. Looking at the reflection of her breast on the computer screens has my mouth watering and my pants getting tight.

Glancing over at Benji, I notice him licking his lips and his eyes have a glossy look. His right leg has this nervous twitch thing going on and hasn't stopped bouncing since she arrived in the office.

"Well I definitely see what you mean about the property cause its gorgeous. But honestly I can't see our company being located here. As much as people hate it, they would rather drive into the city than drive into the country. You know what I mean? It seems like a small town with two gas stations, one post office, and a diner. Its a small hick town. This would be the best spot for a vacation house though. With a dock, boat and dogs that roam the fields. I can picture sitting in the living room with the fire place going, snuggled up on the sofa with a glass of wine, good book and comfort food. Or sitting up there with the love of your life for an anniversary or summer vacation. But not a company" she states.

I don't think she noticed but while she was talking about the future vacation spot her voice got dreamy like she was picturing herself there doing the things she mentioned. Benji looked in my direction, gave me the briefest head nod and thanked Shay for her opinion.

I knew what that nod meant. We were buying the land, building our vacation house there, and taking Shay when it was ready.

In the end, it would be worth every penny spent.
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Shay-

I knew that I wouldn't be in the office for long. However any time I am near those men my heart rate kicks up immensely. Those men make me nervous. My palms sweat, I sway back and forth, lose my train of thought, even fantasize about them. As much at I try to play it off like I'm cool calm and collected, part of me knows that they are picking up on my nervous behavior. I always try to do my best because I hate when people are mad or disappointed in me.

Heading back to my lonely desk, I glance around at all my co workers. I don't really talk to any of then more than I have to. Most hang out outside of work at the bars where they probably laugh and joke about the others and what ridiculous thing their boss made them do. Me, I go home, crack open a beer and a good book and read all weekend. I don't go out, I don't party, or hang out with friends. It's not my style; my kind of thing and I'm okay with that....

I think.....