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navigate across his office to let her in. She stood quiet and still, and it was a relief to finally hear him call for her to enter.
    "Sorry, I wasn't sure if I should just come in or...?" she asked. Anthony had risen from his chair and was standing behind the desk to greet her.
    "No, it's better if you knock when the door is closed. I have a habit of doing some strange things when I'm thinking or dictating, and it might be awkward for you to walk in on me during one of these moments." He smiled and left the nature of what those things might be up to her imagination.
    "Where should I set up?" she asked, hefting her computer as though he could see it and take it as an indication of her need for room to set it down.
    "Ah, yes. I've brought in a second office chair, so please just use the other side of my desk."
    He gestured to a cleared space opposite him. Ashley noticed there was a keyboard on his side of the desk that looked quite standard if she ignored the space-aged looking piece of hardware attached to the bottom. She also saw that there was no monitor on the almost entirely bare desk. There were just his strange keyboard, an empty coffee mug, and a small digital recorder. There was plenty of room for her computer and files.
    "You're admiring my keyboard, aren't you," he asked, the corners of his lips curving into a proud grin.
    "I couldn't help but notice it," she said. "There's not much else on the desk."
    "Well, I've always been a neat freak, but now I find I have little use for the sorts of things that used to clutter up my work space. That keyboard is a state of the art digital braille reader. A little gift from my CIA buddies. That's how I read over the work you've been doing."
    "Impressive," she said. "I hadn't really thought about how you were tracking my transcriptions, but it makes sense that a guy like you would have a fancy gadget like that."
    "I do love my toys," he said. His face shifted into a more serious expression. "Before we go any further with this session, I'd like to address that scent you're wearing. While I don't doubt that you meant no harm in applying it liberally, you must realize that being without my sight has forced me to develop a heightened sense of smell. I'm afraid it's making it extremely difficult for me to focus, and I'm going to have to ask you to please go and rinse it off before we continue."
    "Oh, I... I'm so sorry," Ashley stammered. She rushed to get up and nearly tripped over the arm of her chair as it spun around and bumped her on the thigh. She then made a hasty exit for the door.
    Once upstairs in her bathroom, her reflection was flushing deep crimson as she looked in the mirror, and she thought she'd never been so embarrassed at having done something so stupid. She should have known better. It was only natural that he'd have to rely on his other senses more now that he couldn't see. He must be able to hear very well, she thought, and his sense of touch must be a lot more sensitive, too. This brought to mind an image of him brushing his fingers across the smooth skin of her bare breasts, and she flushed anew.
    This was no time to be indulging in ridiculous fantasies about sleeping with her boss, she told herself as she soaped a cloth and rubbed it across her wrists and neck. She was here in a professional capacity to be his assistant, and that was all. There would be no torrid love affair. Ashley dried herself off and returned to the office, trying to purge any thoughts of her boss's body pressed against hers.
    "I can't apologize enough for doing something so stupid," she said as she re-entered the study. "It won't happen again, I promise."
    "It's perfectly fine," he assured her. "This home is a scent-free environment, and Helene should have told you on your first day."
    "Still, I feel like an insensitive dolt," she said.
    "It's forgotten. Shall we move on and get to work? I'm interested in hearing your feedback on the last chapters I recorded for you."
    "Yes, I have some notes