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as quickly as it started,” Forbes uttered.

 
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    Paul held his breath as Tyra kept coming closer and closer to his desk. She only had to move a few more feet and she would get an eye full. Shit! Why didn’t he think twice before pulling out his dick at work?
    He quickly removed his hand and shoved his stiff cock back into his pants. Paul didn’t know how Tyra might react at seeing him long and hard in the middle of the day. It could have her running out of the room screaming at the top of her lungs.
    “No, I’m fine Tyra,” he replied in a calm voice that shocked him. “Why don’t you take an early lunch? I have a handle on things around here.”
    “Are you sure? I can always grab something and come back earlier if you really need help.”
    Paul clenched his hand underneath his desk at the thought of Tyra coming after he had his way with her. No, he had to get rid of her and fast.
    “Yes, I’m positive,” he groaned as a bead of sweat popped out on his forehead. God, she was killing him, standing there in that black dress. Why couldn’t she just leave and let him finish getting off in peace?
    “Oh my God. Mr. Westborn, are you okay?” Tyra asked. Rushing over to his side, she grabbed a few tissues off the box on his desk and wiped the sweat off his forehead “There is something wrong with you. I have never seen you sweat like this before.”
    Keep rubbing me like that and you’ll see more than sweat, sweetheart, Paul thought as he tried not to stroke himself again. Tyra was driving him wild with her full breast pressed against his arm and the slow movements of her hand.
    “Tyra, stop touching me,” he snapped, grabbing the tissues out of her hand. He flung them down on his desk and tried to ignore the growing erection in his pants.
    “Fine, I was only trying to─,” she hissed then stopped in mid-sentence.
    He wondered what had gotten her to finally stop touching him. He noticed the look on her face and then followed the direction of her eyes. Damn… His erection wasn’t inside in pants as he had first thought but sticking out begging for attention.
    “Tyra, I’m so sorry,” Paul apologized as he hurriedly tried to fix the problem. There was no way she wasn’t going to their supervisor to report him. He would be unemployed by the end of the day.
    “No, don’t,” Tyra whispered brushing his hand away. “I want to see you.”
     
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    Early the next morning inside her office at home, Jametria re-read the paragraphs again making sure the ‘it’ she was trying to envision with this chapter was there. Paul was confident, along with being a well-known playboy, but he became an entirely different man around Tyra.
    He wanted her more than any other woman that he had ever been with, but Tyra constantly ignored all of his advances. She wanted the office scene to show that maybe Tyra wasn’t totally against getting to know Paul better.
    “Oh, I can’t wait until I start on the next scene tonight,” she said, saving the new part to her laptop. “Africa isn’t going to be able to handle it.”
    Her eyes scanned the screen one more time while her mind raced with ways to make the scene steamier and just as one came to her, the cell phone rang and the thought disappeared from her mind as suddenly as it had appeared.
    “This better be good,” she growled into the phone. “You made me lose a terrific scene in my head. I hate when I lose my train of thought.”
     “We have a problem,” Africa’s panicked voice practically screamed at her.
    “Please tell me that Forbes didn’t stand up everyone for the photo shoot?” she asked, saving her latest chapter before turning off her computer. She prayed that her sixth sense hadn’t been taking a lunch break when she met Forbes.
     
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    Jametria made it to the location of the photo shoot in less than twenty minutes. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. After all of the trouble she went through to get a