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"So, Alex, what do you think?"I hear the words, but they just don't register in my brain. Instead, my eyes stay glued to her lips as she utters the words "Alex...?"*God, how I want to kiss her."Earth to Alex, do you copy?""Yeah, sorry, I was just elsewhere.""So, what do you think, should we move this vase a bit to the center of the table?"I try to summon my two brain cells that are not busy drooling over her, and answer,*"No, otherwise you won't have room for all the dishes.""You're right,"*she says, flashing me one of her signature smiles.I agree, I'm right. I'm right in front of you and I'd be so right for you if only you could see it.But I don't say any of this out loud, and instead, I simply answer with a smile, or a sorry excuse for a smile that can in no way compete with hers.Hers? Let me give you a bit of context: she, Clémence, is my client. We've been working together for a few months, as my company is providing hers with some help on a big, fancy product launch. The kind where everything must be perfect, and where diverging so much as a fraction of a hair from what is planned could cost me my job. So I guess it would be best for me to focus on what I'm doing rather than daydreaming about all the things I'd do to her, if only she'd let me. But how can I look away from these beautiful green almanbahis şikayet eyes? She's got brown hair, those sparkly eyes and a voice that makes me crazy when she says my name: "Alex."I, on the other hand, have brown eyes and if it weren't for my slightly darker than usual skin, you could say I'm pretty average. I've joined this company a few months ago and this is the first project I was assigned: I can't help but think that it makes me a bit of a baby to her eyes, even though I'm only five years younger.She's the lead project manager for this event, and she's done quite a few of those, you can tell. When I first met her, I was slightly intimidated: she greeted me with a polite smile, handing me her perfectly manicured hand, "Clemence, nice to meet you."I shook her hand, trying to look professional, but my white t-shirt and washed out jeans were no match for the navy blue, so-fitting-it-looked-custom-made skirt she was wearing, along with a cream-colored blouse that hinted just the right amount of cleavage to remain safe for work. She introduced me to the rest of her staff, and we began working right away. The handshake had lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough for me to notice the ring on her finger, discreet but ever so present.Of course she was married, what was I thinking? almanbahis canlı casino And even if she wasn't, there was no way on earth there would ever be something between us. With time, my intimidation vanished, as she always took the time to ask for my opinion, and soon enough we found the kind of working dynamic that can make a project go faster and better.Of course, the hidden part of the iceberg was that I grew more and more fond of her, and soon enough I began seeing her in my dreams - the kind that makes you wonder if they were real, when you wake up in the middle of the night, with a heat between your legs and your hand inside your panties. As the weeks passed, the dreams began more vivid, and soon enough I was touching myself every night, imagining her body on top of mine, and frantically running my finger around my clit, wishing it was hers.And here we were, the day before the big event, putting the last touches on the decorations, long after everyone went home to rest. The celebration would last all day tomorrow, and she had dismissed the team earlier than usual, leaving only her and me in the big ballroom where the speeches would take place.Adjusting a misplaced flower in the vase she had just put down, I took a step back. The room looked pristine, and you could easily imagine almanbahis casino the hundred and twenty guests that were invited mingling from table to table while sipping the expensive champagne that we had chosen - and probably ruining the setup we had put so much time into arranging. But that's how it goes with these events: you*work for months to prepare what will be consumed in a few hours, and probably forgotten in a few weeks' time.But right now everything was perfectly laid out, from the white tablecloths that looked so impeccable they could have been ironed directly on the tables to the white peonies that adorned every corner of the room.I was proud of my work - our work actually, as I realized how much of this had been the fruit of our common creation. I silently thanked the skies, as I knew from my colleagues that were working with other companies that this kind of work dynamic with the client was a blessing that shouldn't be understated."Ready to go?" she asked, as I turned to see her standing right next to me, a bit closer than what you would call as reasonable distance."Yes, let's get some rest," I answered, and we both headed for the basement, where the changing rooms were. The light in the corridor leading there was dim, as only one of the three light bulbs on the wall was working, and I was trying not to fall while checking out her perfect ass as she walked a few steps ahead of me. All of a sudden she stopped and turned, and by the time my eyes went up, hers were already fixating my face with a severity I had never seen in them.