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large business. We’re on the third, fourth and fifth floors of a large business tower located near the downtown area of El Paso, Texas. Nate had an interior designer work on the furnishings, wall decor, window and floor treatments. The result is an understated richness – people sink into the thick, dark blue carpeting that covers the hallways and every office. The exception is the bathrooms on all three floors. Here, the designer chose ceramic tiles echoing the desert of the Southwest. The walls are painted with a muted, light orange paint, and are covered with Southwest art, featuring desert scenery of both Texas and New Mexico, our neighbor to the west. All windows feature pull-down reinforced fabric shades that allow employees to shade themselves from the strong sunlight – important in a city that can easily surpass 100 degrees for most of the summer. My own office is a large one that features a huge picture window. I have several long filing cabinets that allow me to keep track of every piece of paper and contract affecting Drummond Oil. My office supplies aren’t your run-of-the-mill supplies from your corner office supply store. Nate has personally ordered them from an office supply store located on the East Coast. While we pay more, we’re rewarded with high-quality supplies that stand up to the heavy use and treatment we give them.
    “Come in,” Nate says.
    I walk in, feeling the now-familiar squeezing in my lungs. My heart is about to jump out of my throat and land on his desk. I also feel my pussy beginning to throb heavily, as I look at his dark brown, well-groomed hair, muscular body and deep blue eyes.
    “Uh, sir, I need to give this to you,” I stammer, holding the letter out in his direction.
    “What’s this? A Christmas wish? I didn’t know you’d  . . . what the hell? Corey, no. I’m not accepting your resignation. You’re the . . . the best admin assistant I’ve had the good fortune to hire, and I’m not losing you,” says an obviously angered Nate.
    “But Sir! I have to . . . I can’t . . .” I stumble, searching for words, any words that will allow me to convince him that my decision is right – without letting on how attractive I find him. “I . . . it’s time for me to do another kind of work . . .”
    “Have you found another position elsewhere?” The words come out in a low, angry growl, and my breathing seems to stutter.
    “I, uh, no. That is, I figured I’d take . . . wait until after . . . holidays to . . . “ I stammer.
    “Look for another job. Meaning your decision was made just recently. Corey, what’s going on? Do you want a raise? You’ve got it. More vacation? Hell, just take a few weeks, recharge your batteries – but come back. I am not letting you go!” Nate says, his voice increasing to a shout.
    I look apprehensively toward the open door, then remember that most of the employees of Drummond Oil have already left for the holidays. Well, that’s one good thing for Christmas – the office is empty way before quitting time. Finding my voice, I tell Nate, “It’s just the right thing for me to do! I have . . . I need . . . to take my life . . .”
    “No, Corey! I categorically reject your resignation request. You’re staying – you’re the best assistant I have ever employed, and Drummond Oil is running more smoothly because of your ability and expertise. No.” The last word comes out flat and low.
     
    Nate :  I refuse to allow her to resign. It’s not even that I’ll need to train someone to replace her – I need her to stay in my life. I knew it was coming to this! I knew it! Quick, think of something, find a way to keep her in your life. Drummond, you really should have faced this with her long ago. Maybe she wouldn’t be your assistant – maybe she’d be something more . . . important to you. I look at her and she’s wearing a look of desperation on her delicate face.
    As I look at her beautiful face, I imagine that face with eyes