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Post by emme lenex moore on Jul 31, 2011 14:58:10 GMT -5
  
Emme hustled to make sure that she made it to the office before six o’clock. Any later than that and Lance would blow a fuse without his coffee. She'd memorized the way he took it at an early stage. She never got it wrong. Two sugars, one creamer, and a splash of milk. She cradled the Styrofoam cup in her hands as she bypassed the elevator in the main lobby. Her heels clicked across the surfaces of the wooden stairs as she made her way up. Her oversized purse was heavy on her shoulder but Emme ignored it and continued onward.
Finally she made it to the six level and glanced down at her watch. “Damn,” she whispered under her breath, “five minutes late.” Maybe she should have taken the elevator after all. Dropping her bag at her desk, Emme hurried right to the big glass door that led to Lance Rush’s office. She pushed it open and peeked in to make sure she wasn’t interrupting anything important. The man behind the desk was just slamming the black phone back onto its cradle with some kind of annoyed growl.
Stepping inside, she held the cup of coffee out with one hand as she used the other to begin unbuttoning the buttons on her coat. The office was warm and certainly not wet like the air outside. Rain was smacking into the glass wall to the back of the office with small tinks. “I’ve brought your coffee, Lance. As well as a few messages.” Emme was at his desk by then and she carefully sat his hot coffee on the only spot that wasn’t littered with papers of some kind.
With her hand free, she began digging around in her coat pocket for the color coded papers she had written his messages on. There were about ten. Even though they had been in her pocket, they were still crisp and unwrinkled. Holding a couple blue papers up she told her boss, “Blue is from Margaret from Public. The red ones are the ones that you don’t have to return, they were mostly just ‘thank yous’ from random people.” After placing those in front of Lance she pulled a huge stack of white papers from her other pocket. “These are from Bryceson Downs.”
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Post by lance kyle rush on Aug 2, 2011 4:09:22 GMT -5
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‘Can you please tell Bryceson, only if he ABSOULTLY needs me to call, otherwise DON’T!!,' Lance growled to the manager of PROCESS GRR!, it was only 6 am and he was already getting annoyed, where is Emme with his coffee? He thought to himself.
‘Yes, sir I will tell him as soon as he wakes up.’ Instead of answering he just slammed the phone down, he noticed his assistant who was 5 minutes late, set his coffee down. Picking it up he took a sip, leaned back in his very comfy chair, and gave a grateful sigh, ‘I don’t know what I would do without you.’
Looking up at his assistant, as she was getting something from her pockets, he noticed how sexy her hair looked down from her normal up-do, continuing on down noticing the way her bra pushed up her breast to just peek over the neckline of her shirt and how the tight shirt fit around her small waist, his eyes slowly going to her long legs and even though that the skirt ended a little above her knees there was still plenty of long tan leg left. ‘---few messages,’ Emme voice broke him from his reverie and his eyes back up to her face, he sat up and took another drink from his coffee.
'Blue is from Margaret from Public. The red ones are the ones that you don’t have to return, they were mostly just ‘thank yous’ from random people.'Emme said after placing a stack of message cards in front of him, he put his coffee next to the messages and picked up the closest stack to go through them. ‘These are from Bryceson Downs.’ At this he put his head in his hands, a second later he took the offered large stack of messages and dropped them into the trash. ‘If he calls again this week DO NOT answer it or tell him I’m here but I don’t want to talk to him.’
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Post by emme lenex moore on Aug 2, 2011 20:28:34 GMT -5
Emme shifted and placed her hand on her hip. “I don’t know what you’d do either, Lance.” She smiled, a trace of sarcasm visible at the corners of her lips. She watched her boss toss the messages from the pestering guitarist into the waste basket before giving her instructions. “Of course.” Emme made the mental note to warn Bryceson not to call about nonsense things…again. Not that it would work but she could try for the hundredth time.
Her bright blue eyes drifted away from Lance’s face and down to his tie, which was crooked. Not something that anyone else would necessarily notice but when you strived for perfection as much as Emme did you noticed even the tiny things. Stepping to the side of the desk, Emme reached forward. She leaned over, her face at his level as she focused on the tie. Her hands were gentle as she straightened the knot. “Don’t forget your meeting with publication at eight.” She patted his chest and straightened after she’d finished with his tie.
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Post by lance kyle rush on Aug 2, 2011 21:27:42 GMT -5
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‘Of course,’ when his assistant spoke he nodded thinking they were through he went back to his messages to decide which one was most dire and to get to them once Emme went back to her desk. Detected his assistant hadn’t left he looked up at her as she was leaning in with her eyes on his tie. While she was fixing it, her beautifully rounded perky breast was in his field of sight.
With the movement of her hands they were pushed up more and her shirt was pulled down to have more of the tantalizing skin drift out of the hem of her shirt. He just wanted to reach out and kneed the wonderful flesh, but he held back because she was his assistant who loved her job and it was make things a whole lot harder to keep a strictly professional relationship.
‘Don’t forget your meeting with publication at eight.’
Getting his restraint back he nodded for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 10 minutes or so. ‘I won’t forget and thanks for fixing my tie.’ Once again he went back to his messages seeing one about a new band that was told to be the next big thing he picked up his phone.
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