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that Bruce had been through a bad divorce. Whether that was true or not, I wasn’t sure.  
    But since work had gotten so busy the last few months, my imagination was the closest thing to a sex life I’d had in far too long. No wonder my daydreams had turned inappropriate at the office. Not that it mattered anyway, even if Bruce had noticed my interest. He was sexy, powerful, and had an intensity about him that drew women—I wasn’t the only woman in the office who’d made eyes at him, that was for sure.
    And me…well, I wasn’t terrible to look at. But I wasn’t a model by any stretch of the imagination. I had just a little too much meat on my hips and ass, and while I could pass for cute, I’d never be beautiful or stunning.  
    “Here you go, Alison.” Daniel reappeared with a coffee in hand and I smiled gratefully. He didn’t usually get me coffee. I must really look exhausted for him to have offered when he wasn’t even going for a cup himself.
    “I think we’re about there for this report. Could you make a couple of adjustments for me before you go?” I hated to ask, but my new boss was even more of a workaholic than I was, and his standards were a little on the crazy side. He’d only been with the company for a few months though, so I had hopes that he would calm down after he got up to speed and felt more comfortable in his new position.
    “Sure.” Daniel took the sticky note from my hand and disappeared. I tried to push thoughts of him from my mind. His big hands, strong shoulders. He couldn’t be much younger than I was, maybe two or three years? That would put him at twenty five, twenty six? Not too young.
    I shook my head. What was I thinking? I really needed to get out of the office on time soon. Go out on a date. Get laid. How long had it been since I’d had sex?  
    I moved to the other side of the conference room table and started going through the stack of papers there. Somewhere in this mess were the explanations that Bruce would require sometime before lunch the next day. While I was scrunched over a particularly frustrating report, I felt hands touch my shoulders. I jumped a tiny bit, but the hands held firm.
    “You look tense,” a low voice said.
    I relaxed at the familiar tone, but only slightly. “You scared me, Daniel.”
    “Did I? That’s because you’re so tense. Jumpy.”
    He was probably right, but his hands on my shoulders felt good, too good. He rubbed slowly but with perfect pressure. A soft moan escaped my lips.
    I knew I shouldn’t—it wasn’t proper—but I couldn’t help but lean into his massage. The pressure on my tense muscles felt so amazing. And it was wonderful to be touched.
    I closed my eyes, only wanting to enjoy it for a moment. That was okay, right? Not too inappropriate. He couldn’t know that it turned me on, that even now my panties were damp and my stomach clenched in need. This was innocent, no matter how my body reacted. I could think about the moment we were sharing later—it could lead somewhere far more interesting in my head when I was safely at home with my vibrator.
    Then his hands were gone. I blinked and pushed down the sudden feeling of loss. Half the lights in the conference room flickered off, leaving the room only dimly lit.
    “Can’t really work with the lights off, Daniel,” I said, keeping my tone light.
    “You work too much,” he replied.
    I shivered at the low tone in his voice. Did he sound husky, like our small touch had affected him, too? No. That wasn’t possible. He had plenty of women chasing him, and he’d slept with more than his fair share from the rumors I’d heard. Such a small touch wouldn’t affect a man like him. Especially not with someone like me, a mousy woman at least a couple of years older than him.
    “Well, these reports won’t finish themselves.” I kept my tone as light as I could, but couldn’t help the slight catch in my voice.
    “There will be time enough for those after.”
    “After