Copyright 2011 Joe Brewster/transgressivefiction
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Addison Crouse sat eating her lunch at her desk while going over reports for her upcoming presentation. Or, rather, she picked at her salad absent-mindedly as she focused, as she always did, on what was important: The bottom line.
A sudden disturbance interrupted her concentration. A man from the nursery brought a plant, a small tree, into her office and placed it just inside the door.
The tall, dark, figure spoke, "They told me to bring this in here."
Addison looked up to see a rugged, well-built, blue-collar body and felt a soft tug inside her. She wasn’t used to seeing the kind of sculpted physique a man earns through hard manual labor. It moved her in ways a gym-crafted body never could.
His righteous muscles rippled beneath his tight khaki uniform, threatening to shred the fabric and burst their seams as he mopped his handsome brow with a plain white cotton hanky.
"Put that in the corner," Addison commanded succinctly--- the first of a set of much more intimate commands she hoped he’d follow.