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surprise. Before her, emerging from the shadows of the stairwell was none other than Denny Brice.
     
    “What are you doing here? And why are you sneaking up on me?”
     
    “Hardly sneaking,” he responded blandly, “you were so lost in…um…thought, that I doubt blaring trumpets would have disturbed you.”
     
    “Hmmpph!” Emilie snorted, blushing as she regarded the arrogant bastard standing in front of her. Confident and imperturbable he strolled closer, bringing his six-foot four-inch frame closer. With that cat-ate-the-canary grin, golden tumble of wavy locks and his tailored Armani suit he looked like a movie star. She couldn’t help but notice how broad his shoulders were nor how slender his flat stomach and hips seemed in comparison.
     
    “You still haven’t told me what you’re doing here.” She challenged, defiance settling into her eyes and the determined set of her shoulders.
     
    “I followed you.” He stated plainly.
     
    “You…you what?” Emilie stuttered taken aback at the bastard’s boldness. Taking a step back she retreated from his looming presence.
     
    “Followed you. Is something wrong with your hearing, Councilor?”
     
    “Nothing wrong with my hearing,” Emilie replied growing angry, “I’m pretty certain I just heard you admit to stalking me. Not something I’m sure the other Partners would appreciate learning.”
     
    “How would they ever know?” Brice’s challenging glare, smoldering and dark, burned into her own sending rills of fear darting up her spine raising the hair on her arms. “This man is more dangerous than I’d imagined,” she thought in worry.
     
    “I could tell them,” she warned. “I know I’m just an Associate, but your reputation precedes you. And in this day and age, corporations can’t afford to ignore sexual harassment complaints.”
     
    “Yes,” Brice pondered thoughtfully pacing slowly around the enclosed platform, “I suppose you could make trouble for me,” he agreed nonchalantly. “It would be a problem,” he continued, “if only Grimm hadn’t seen to it that you will do whatever I please, when I please.”
     
    “Grimm?” Emilie retorted in surprise, “What the fuck does he have to do with anything?”
     
    “I’ll tell you that,” Brice taunted, “if you tell me one thing.”
     
    “What?” Emilie asked reluctantly.
     
    Brice arrested his pacing and neared the diminutive blonde bringing his face inches away from her own. Despite herself, Emilie couldn’t help but inhale the musky scent of his cologne mixed with the sweet, salty smell of a man. Unbidden images of him taking her in his muscled arms flitted through her mind. Batting the disturbing images aside like irritating gnats, she turned her concentration back the towering figure.
     
    “When you were stroking your pussy just now did it feel somehow…different?” His eyes drilled into her nearly taking her breath away from the fiery intensity of his regard.
     
    Indignant Emilie retorted, “I’m not going to answer that! How dare you ask me such a thing!” Emilie started to brush past him intent on leaving.
     
    With ease Brice grasped her upper arms and held her firmly in place forcing her to look at him. Trying to break away, she quickly realized the strength in the man’s grip. Before she could speak, Brice continued, “I’m sorry. That wasn’t actually a fair question. It wasn’t fair,” he explained, “because I already know the answer. I know that your usually highly sensitive cunt felt almost nothing from your caresses.”
     
    Emilie tried again to twist free from Brice’s iron grasp. “And I know,” he went on, “that no matter what you do, it will never have feeling again. In fact, you’ll find that nothing feels as it should. Your nipples will not tingle and stiffen as they’re teased and tweaked. Your skin will not burn from a lover’s caress as he traces sweet circles on even your most sensitive portions. And nothing you or