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door.
    “Is that all?” Rochelle asked, looking surprised, standing too.
    He opened the door and stood there. “That’s all. Have a good night.”
    “Yes, you as well.” Rochelle stepped to the door.
    Tyson moved aside for her to exit. “I will. Thanks.”
    Shasta stood, saying loudly. “Good-night, Rochelle.” And then saying, “Good-night, Tyson.” She walked to the door, hearing Rochelle say, “Nite,” but Tyson shut it after Rochelle.
    He was two feet from her. “Ms. Gibson. Just a minute. I want to discuss the points of those conversations, about the meeting and the call if you don’t mind.”
    “Okay.” She knew better. “But first, I need you to answer my question.”
    “He’s using you. You know, the one I transferred. The short black one.”
    She frowned. “He’s not.”
    Tyson headed to his desk again, saying. “I told you what I would do. I’m not playing with you, Shasta.”
    She walked over and faced him. “You can’t just transfer someone who has had no performance issues, make up some bogus staffing reason, and act like you have someone new coming in to replace them when you don’t.”
    “Oh, but I do.”
    “HR got someone?”
    “They did.”
    She came closer. “Well Ramón has been gone since Tuesday, and I don’t see anyone new here. But fine. You do what you want.” She wanted to say more, but only sighed.
    He stared and reached for her hand, taking hold of it.
    She looked up at him. He put his other hand on her shoulder, and began to squeeze. “You’re tense.”
    She angled her shoulder just enough to escape both of his hands, and stepped back.
    He again stepped to her, looking down at her face, and then her chest. He even took another step. Uncomfortable. They were nose to nose. He said in a sexy, wanting voice, “Just five minutes. You and me. That’s all I need. Just enough time for me to suck you, you know where. Five little minutes. I know for a fact that’s all the time it takes for me to make you come.” His lustful voice matched his eyes.
    She shook out her neck and gave an exhale, looking at him, then speaking in the same sexy, wanting voice as he did. “What I want is for you to forget about this dumb transfer of someone who did nothing to you.”
    “I can.”
    “You promise?”
    “I do.”
    Shasta knew just what that meant. She shook out her shoulders and moved to her right, placing her phone on the edge of his desk. She took careful steps, walking back toward the door of Tyson’s private bathroom. She brought her hand up to undo the top button of her black cotton blouse, looked back at him as he watched her, and took a step inside, then turned. She heard Maya’s voice. Just as she did, Tyson said, “Yes, Maya. What is it?” He closed the door behind Shasta.
    Shasta heard his office door open, and Maya say, “That was a quick meeting.” She re-buttoned her blouse.
    Tyson’s voice was on edge. “I thought I asked you to knock.”
    Maya’s voice was soft. “Never this late. Besides, I was just checking to see if you were done. I wasn’t at my desk at seven so I never saw Rochelle or Maya.”
    “The meeting was short. I’m about to go the bathroom. You can go home.”
    Maya’s voice was even softer. “Oh no. Not yet. I have work to do.”
    “It can wait.”
    “This can’t.” There was silence.
    After a moment, Tyson cleared his throat hard. “Trust me. I need to go in there alone. My late lunch is banging around in my stomach.”
    “Just me and you for a minute.”
    Shasta’s heart beat fast. She heard a few steps and then the bathroom doorknob turned and it opened a bit. Shasta carefully stepped back. Instantly, the door was pulled to.
    “No.” Tyson’s voice had extra depth.
    “What?” Maya asked, not sounding mad, but instead, sounding like a purring kitten.
    He spoke fast. “Not right now. I told you, I’m not feeling well.”
    “What’s wrong with you, Baby lump?”
    Shasta grinned inside, saying, Baby lump ?
    “Maya, not