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coverlet with English roses in the same color, and lots of white embroidered accent pillows. I’m filled with her scent.  It stirs me with primal hunger wanting more.  I walk to her dresser and study her things, then I pick up the bottle of Chanel 5 and inhale deeply.
    “A classic.  So appropriate.”
    Placing the bottle down, I open the top drawer and smile lasciviously when I see it filled with her panties and bras in shades of black with lace trim, pink, blue, red, and white.  Sliding a finger over the soft fabric I pick up the black thong with the cream embroidery.  I hold it to my face and inhale again, the hint of her musky scent makes my mouth water.  An image of her bald mound between her spread legs, pink wet lips, the same pink of her mouth, and swollen clit flash in my mind.  The desire to suck that nub and lick those folds overwhelms me and fills my shaft almost to the point of pain.  I place the underwear back in the drawer and shut it, resisting the temptation to put one in my pocket.  I move to the nightstand next to the bed and open the top drawer.  There are books and socks and a large Prada cashmere pouch, the kind the pocket books are shipped in.  It appears old and worn and the contents are wrapped up tightly.  Grabbing it, I immediately know what naughty little Gemma has at her side.  Inside are two vibrators, lube, and clothespins.
    “Mmmm, I knew that little shit was no man for you.”  My cock is aching now with visions of sliding in to her velvet pussy as I have one of these in her luscious ass.
    Putting the toys back, I turn my attention to what needs to be done.  I place the tool box on the floor and look around trying to find the best place for the surveillance device.  The vent on the wall across from the bed is perfect.  The cat stays with me and makes sure I do the job right.  I have to look for evidence linking her to Malcolm’s schemes and place camera’s throughout her house.
    By the time I’m done there’s a camera in her bedroom, the bathroom, (I have no conscience), kitchen, and living room.  I glance at my watch and see I have just enough time to get back to the city on time.  I didn’t find anything that links her to her douchebag husband but I know I’ll be back and I feel content I can search the house again if I need to.  That fact sends a thrill through me.
     
    Gemma
    The morning has flown by.  I’ve been so absorbed in the case and presentation I didn’t notice anything else.  Although, when Davis arrived I went to greet him in his office because I knew the drill.
    “Good morning,” I couldn’t bring myself to call him Mr. Davis and he hadn’t told me to call him Miles.
    “Good morning Gemma.  What did you think of the case?” he asked and his pleasantness took me a little by surprise. 
    “The fact it’s a hostile take-over is a bit…invigorating,” I smiled.
    He leaned his head back and laughed. Actually laughed.  “I know, that shit gets us off.”
    I smiled again and felt my cheeks heat but I didn’t agree, not wanting to admit I felt the same thing.  I had to remind myself I’m only an assistant.
    “Mr. Black wants you to present directly to him today.  I’m not surprised really.  He wants to see what you’ve got.”
    My eyes widened a little remembering the intensity of his presence.  “Is that so?”
    “Yes, right after lunch.  But if you have any questions, want to bounce anything off me, don’t hesitate.  We’re a team, all of us here.”
    His offer touched me and surprised me.  This didn’t seem to be the same guy from yesterday.
    “Thanks, I appreciate it.  But I think I need to do this on my own so Mr. Black can see what I do, and I can get a more honest idea of how he likes to play things.”
    “Smart, but I knew that already,” Miles grinned. 
    “Is there anything you’d like me to do, Mr. Davis?” I asked, happy at the newly relaxed vibe between us.
    “Miles, Gemma.  And no, you’ve got your