Once in a lifetime, you run into a very powerful, strong partner – one who
can sweep you off your feet in a heartbeat… one who promises to be the most
memorable lover you have ever had. Many people search in vain to find such a
love – mine walked into my office one day.

I was sitting at my desk, working hard.. and happened to look up to see the
man of my dreams waiting outside my boss’s office. The aura of power that
radiated from this man was enough to make me stop working on the urgent
project I had buried myself in, and look up. I was rewarded with a 6′ tall,
dark haired, dark eyed, bearded vision. In a warm, low, well-modulated voice,
he asked me where my boss was… and introduced himself to me as being from
our Corporate office, here for a special meeting. I was struck speechless,
but did manage to page my boss. I tried hard to get back to my project, by
my mind was filled with images of this strong, striking man running his
hands all over me.. kissing me everywhere.. making me scream for release.

My boss appeared, and the two disappeared. From the tension levels, I could
tell this was no ordinary meeting. After about an hour, the two emerged from
behind closed doors. I tried to smile softly as my vision passed by my desk,
but he was absorbed in his conversation, and did not even know I existed. My
heart sank, for the strength of this man’s presence was incredible.

I was stunned about a half hour after they left their office by a summons to
report to the conference room. Not having any clue of what was to happen, I
went nervously to our quiet, oak paneled customer presentation room. At one
end, with papers neatly stacked sat this wonderful dream of a man. The room
was silent, and we were alone. I could hear the thudding of my heart. He
introduced himself a second time, and informed me that this was a sealed
meeting, and that he was there to investigate a sexual harassment charge. I
was told to take a seat, make myself comfortable, and placed under oath! The
questions turned out to be almost mundane, over some fairly trivial
incident I had witnessed the previous month. The entire time he questioned
me, his voice was low, slow, and deliberate. He did smile non-committally
several times in response to my measured answers. As he brought the
deposition to a close, he laid his pencil down, held my gaze with his, and
asked a couple of personal questions. With a quiet smile, he thanked me for
my efforts, and sent me back on my way, after cautioning me not to speak
to anyone about what had gone on that afternoon. Saddened, I smiled at him,
and thanked him.

“Angie, what is your schedule like for the next couple of hours?” he asked
quietly.

“The usual. Why, Sir?”

“I have the feeling you have more information for me, but do not feel free
to tell me here. This is a serious issue, and I do need to hear everything
you have to tell me. Will you join me for lunch, and we can talk more
informally?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir.