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She turned to check his credenza, when a voice called her name. Startled, Jen almost jumped out of her heels."I'm sorry Jen, I hope I didn't alarm you." It was Christian Parker. He was in the doorway, a friendly smile on his handsome black face. "I was in my office taking care of some work, and I saw you walk by."Still somewhat unnerved, Jen said shakily, "Yes, I — Mike asked me to come up and get some papers, he's talking to those clients." Oh yes, that file, I'm sorry, it's in my office. I had retrieved it from Mike's desk to check some of the numbers. Please, come with me, I'll get it for you."Walking down the hall, Jen noticed again how tall Christian was. Even in her high heels, she only came up to his chest. She found herself struggling to keep pace with his long powerful slides, until Christian noticed her discomfort, and slowed down."Please, sit down," Christian said as they entered his office. "I'll get the file." Jen sat in one of the chairs in front of Christian's desk,. I asked if she knew a hotel nearby as I knew the roads would be terrible. She paused for a few seconds and said that if I wanted I could sleep at her house, her k**s were grown and out and she had guest rooms and it would be nice to have some company for a change. I told her that I didn't want to be a burden and she said "it's not a problem. You're always so helpful here, it's the least I can do."She got in her Cadillac, and I followed her the short drive to her house. She lived in a nice house, not huge, but it looked nice. I grabbed my bag and followed her inside the house. She showed me one of the guest rooms and told me to put my stuff away. She asked me if I liked wine, which I let her know I did and then she asked me to open a bottle and if I wanted I could put on the TV in the living room. She wanted to change out of her work clothes and then she would make something for dinner for us.As I went to the living room, I heard a shower running and I went downstairs. I opened a.
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