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Garrett gulped as he stared down the long, empty hallway. He couldn't help but think how much of a tyrant this woman must be to have a whole floor dedicated just and solely for her unwitted pleasure. His steps were slow, cautious as he neared the huge double mahogany doors. He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair, a sigh escaping his lips as he thought of the dark and velvety voice he heard through the office phone just minutes before. He was inches away from the door now, his head spinning as he inhaled a temptingly delicious scent. He was aroused, the stirring member in his pants was enough to tell him that. Garrett raised his hand hesitantly to the large doors, holding back a shakey sigh that was threatening to leave his lips as another wiff of that seductively enchanting scent wafted up his nostrils. His knuckles rasped against the mahogany doors thrice before a sultry voice sounded through the dark doors, freezing his hand in its spot before it could rasp against the door for the fourth time. "Come." The voice seemed neutral and yet there was such undivided attention towards the brewing innuendo that revealed itself after one simple word. Garrett steadied his quivering hands as he hesitated in entering the dragon's lair. "Fuck." He muttered, taking the time now to loosen his seemingly suffocating tie. Pushing the doors open, he was greeted with a blast of flavored smoke in his face. He had to squint to adjust to the darkness in the room as the doors slammed shut behind him. The gold patterning of velvet curtains in the corner of the room was what immediately caught his attention. The clink of ice against a glass cup was what drew Garrett's attention away from the window. At the center of the room was the small burning light of a cigarrette bud. It was only now that Garrett noticed the woman resting behind that cigarrette. "Fuck indeed." SNEAK PEAK SHORTENED DUE TO WATTPAD RESTRICTIONS.
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