A new workweek begins

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I try to make up for lost time by driving to work aggressively. Hopefully today won’t be too busy. There is a pile of things to follow up on. This righteous **** isn’t going to plan itself... And what was with Victoria acting weird on Friday, anyway? A shiver runs up my spine at the thought that she could be on to me. If a pair of police officers are waiting for me, then I’ll know it’s true.

{if Pimped Kaitlyn to Lewis=true}My phone dings with a text message. I ignore it for the moment.

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{if mc_late=true}

My extended shower at Mindy's place took longer than I thought. With some luck—Nope. I see Victoria's Maserati in the parking ramp and I realize I am already damned. Ugh!

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I get to work in the nick of time. Technically I am a minute late, but Victoria’s car is missing, so I will get away with it.

Just as I enter the elevator, Victoria's Maserati pulls into her personal parking spot. I jab the button for the the Wayfield offices to get the hell out of there before she sees me. The elevator doors start to close.

Her car door opens. Long, sculpted legs wrapped black pantyhose swing out. My lizard brain jerks my hand forward, slapping the sliding doors open. So goddamn much leg. Those ankles... with higher heels than usual... those inexplicably sexy knees... She leans out in a black dress I haven’t seen before. It is a stunner, that much I can tell from here. Her trunk pops open. She stands tall in a little black dress of some sort but with full sleeves... way to sexy for a serious executive. My god, who is she trying to fuck around here?

I duck back for a second as she circles around the vehicle and lifts the trunk, then bends over, stretching her tight dress until it reaches its limit and drags up her thighs. How many seconds it lasts, I have no idea, long enough that my vision starts to burn, committing her lean, muscled calves and hamstrings to memory.

I should go...

I should go now...

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{else}Play in game mode.{endif}