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"Don't even think about it," I warn, alarm clear in my voice.
"Think about what, Anastasia?"
"I know that look. We're at work." He leans forward, his eyes glued to mine, molten gray and hungry.
Holy shit!
I swalow instinctively.
"We're in a smal, reasonably soundproofed office with a lockable door."
"Gross moral turpitude."
I enunciate each word carefuly.
"Not with your husband."

"With my boss's boss's boss," I hiss.

"You're my wife".

(Freed)

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