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The late afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across Mr. Johnson’s opulent office, where Ellie Smoke sat, her heart a frantic bird against her ribs. His gaze, heavy with an unspoken appraisal, lingered not on her resume but on the slight tremble of her lower lip. A slow, knowing smile curved his mouth as he leaned forward, his voice a low murmur that promised everything and asked for everything in return. She felt the naive script of her prepared answers dissolve into the charged silence between them, understanding dawning with a flush of heat across her skin. Her first tentative touch on his arm was a question, answered by the possessive weight of his hand settling on the small of her back, drawing her closer. The world narrowed to the scent of his cologne and the thrilling, terrifying race of her own pulse as she surrendered to the unspoken negotiation. A soft sigh escaped her as she closed the distance, her movements becoming a fluid, instinctual dance of acquiescence and newfound power. The crisp linen of his shirt was a stark contrast to the fevered warmth of his skin beneath her exploring lips, each touch a silent vow sealing their clandestine pact. Later, a profound and weary satisfaction settled deep within her bones, a complex blend of triumph and something softer, more vulnerable. He offered her not the promised sweet treat, but a different, richer prize that she accepted with a quiet, sated smile, the final taste of ambition both startling and deeply fulfilling.
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