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Mia stood in her boss' office, with white-knuckled hands gripping the edge of his desk, and clinging to her already strained patience.

"You're sending me to Iowa? Iowa? For God's sake, Hal! I said I needed time to think, not miles and miles of nothing to do," she argued.

"You're going," he stated emphatically.

"Hal! I'm a Reporter! What in hell is there to report in friggin' Iowa? Did someone see Jesus in a cloud," she spat with incredulity.

"Mia, you're getting married in a month. Even if you don't attend the meeting, I'm making you go. Go and think about this," Hal insisted, not backing down.

His face was filled with concern, and his brows furrowed every time he looked in her direction. Mia took a deep breath, asking, "Enforced vacation?"

"Yes," he said unapologetically, "You're engaged, but not wearing his ring. Face it, there's something wrong in paradise. Spend some time at Sycamore Access. Take some fabulous pictures. Sit by the river and really think about this. You're not happy, Mia."

"I am happy. I'm fucking thrilled, and it's none of your business anyways!"

"It is my business. I'm still your friend and your boss. As long as I have the ability, I'm going to make you think about your actions. Forever is a long fucking time. You're taking the Iowa assignment and that's the end of it."

Mia stepped back and took a seat in a leather chair, remembering how arguments, as vehement as this one, used to end in wildly passionate sex. Her heart dropped from chest to feet. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to think anymore. She just wanted to feel the way she used to.

"Okay," Mia agreed, "On one condition," she said with a hungry smile. Mia stood and walked toward him.

Hal grinned tentatively, backing up in his seat, warning, "Mia," but she knew he still wanted her as much as she wanted him.

She approached like a cat preparing to pounce. Hal pushed his chair back until it hit the wall. He was trapped. She grinned, licking her red lips.

Mia unzipped her skirt, and stepped out of a black half-slip, revealing garters, black stockings and heels, and leaned down to unbuckle his belt and remove his dress slacks.

Hal took in her shapely curves, and reached to squeeze her firm buttocks, caressing her, and thinking, holy fuck, I've missed this, but then remembered that tentatively, she belonged to another man.

"Mia." Hal warned, drawing her name out, "What are you doing? Remember, you're engaged."

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