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Reed.  You may not have lived your whole life in the trailer park, but you were there long enough to learn how to make do,” she replied from the bathroom, her voice carrying over the sound of running water. 
                  It was true enough.  Though she was a few years younger than him, Cass had grown up in a rat-trap trailer just two doors down from him.  He could remember her as a kid in her dirty, hand me down clothes, with dirt smeared on her face and the sound of yelling and broken crockery coming from the trailer behind her.  She’d smiled all the time, regardless.  Cass knew about chaos, and she knew how to work in the middle of it without being a part of it.  Growing up where they had, it was a necessary coping mechanism.  Biting the bullet, he said, “So you need a job?” 
                  Pausing midway through rinsing his shirt, she wondered momentarily if she’d heard him correctly.  She had and she did, but coming off as needy had never been her thing.  “Depends on how much you pay,” she replied, walking back into the room.  The black and cream skirt she wore fluttered around her legs as she moved. 
                  Clearing his throat and willing his cock not to respond to the temptation she presented, he replied, “Not much.  Ten bucks an hour, and I’ll pick up your cell phone bill.”
                  “Will you provide rhinestones and a ‘Hello Kitty’ decal?”
                  “Emphatically, no.”
                  “I guess that means I need to wear longer skirts,” she said. 
                  He didn’t want her to.  He needed her to, and should ask her to, but those mile long legs were a beautiful sight, even if they were off limits.  “Only if you plan on going without underwear and bending over in front of my desk.”  He knew that he wouldn’t have the same reaction to Cass doing that as he did with Crystal.  If Cass did that--just the thought made him go hard. 
                  “So that’s what she did,” Cass laughed.  “She gets points for being brazen, if nothing else.  All right, Reed.  I’ll work for you.  I’ll even dress semiprofessionally.”
                  “Thank you,” he said, alternately relieved and horrified.  How in the name of God was he going to work in the same small office as her and not do something that constituted sexual harassment?
                  Working for Reed would be a challenge.  But work hadn’t been the only thing on her mind when she’d crossed Main Street earlier that day, making a bee line for his office.  She had planned to seduce him.  Crossing to his desk, she perched on the edge of it, crossing her legs and leaning back on her palms.  The pose showcased everything about her body that she loved.  It showed her long legs to perfection and thrust her breasts forward.  Watching his eyes drift over her, she knew he wasn’t immune.  “So what are the rules about fraternization?”
                  “Cass--”
                  She matched his tone with her own, “Reed... I’ve seen the way you look at me.  The way you’ve been looking at me for months if the truth were told.  In fact, when I walked over here today, I had it in mind that I would be getting you out of much more than your shirt.”
                  He moved towards her, unable to do anything else.  Her fiery red hair, a color never found in nature, spilled over her shoulders, bared by the wide neckline of her sweater.  That tiny skirt barely brushed her mid thighs, and even though she was petite, her legs seemed to go for miles.  The black stilettos that covered her delicate feet were the sexiest damn things he’d ever seen.  “You work for me.”
                  “Only until five,” she said, and pointed to the clock on the wall behind her, which showed it be nearly