Steve Carell
I don’t know why actors
always wearing the most boring suits
at political events.
Here is Steve Carell in a classic suit.
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The Perfect Employee (Part 3 Of 5)
“You’re waiting for me.” Brent stared at his normally rational employee. He shouldn’t have had that scotch at lunch. He had no idea what was going on. “To do what?”
He knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to-
“Kiss me, you ass.” She scowled at him, her brown eyes flashing.
“Okay.” He didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled her to him. Her hips smacked against his and her breath hitched. He grimaced. He might as well kiss her now. His body had revealed the full extent of his unprofessional attraction to her. He bent his head, intent on making this encounter worth the impending lawsuit.
She opened eagerly under his onslaught. Her arms reached around his shoulders. Her fingers dug into his hair, tugging. .
She was pain and pleasure. She tasted of cinnamon and spice. His senses reeled. He stroked into her with his tongue. He was on fire. She ground against him, wrapping one of her long legs around him. Oh, damn, he knew it would be like this. He knew that once he touched her, he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“Marcy,” he groaned, cupping her ass.
“Brent.” She hooked her feet behind him, relying on him to hold her.
He set her on the edge of the desk. He’d often imagined her there, her skirt pulled up around her waist. “I’ve dreamt of this.” Her eyes were soft with passion.
“I have too.” She straddled his hips with her thighs. Her hands rested on his shoulders. He kissed her determined chin. “But I got tired of dreaming.” She stroked his cheek. “You once told me to ask for what I wanted.”
He frowned, struggling to remember that conversation. “I was talking about a raise.”
“Yes.” She smiled smugly. “And I do believe I got one.” She played with his belt buckle.
The Perfect Employee (Part 2 Of 5)
He looked like he was going to kiss her. He wasn’t. But if he continued looking at her with those puppy dog eyes, SHE’d kiss HIM, humiliating herself even further. Marcy wrenched her finger from his hand and scurried across the office to safety. She’d been enough of a fool over Brent Harris.
That was proved this morning.
He’d asked Tina I’m-a-former-cheerleader Jones to the meet and greet. Marcy had worked and slaved for five years trying to impress him. All Tina did was give him a high pitched giggle and she had his full attention. Marcy had wanted to stuff pom-poms down the bubbly blonde’s throat.
“I’ve had it.” If he hadn’t noticed her by now, he was never going to. “I’m not doing this anymore.”
Dark eyebrows rose. “Now, Marcy, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
“Too late.” She met and held his gaze. Ahmed had been begging her to transfer to his department for years. This morning, she’d marched over and told him ‘yes.’ A half hour later, she was signing the papers. The deed was done.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Brent took a step toward her. Marcy was tall but Brent was taller. He loomed over her, making her feel small and dainty and desirable, like a woman. No man had ever made her feel that way before.
“I can’t wait for you forever, Brent.” She told herself she wouldn’t do this, that there was no need for him to ever know how she felt, but she couldn’t not. She’d liked him too much for too long.
His handsome face twisted in confusion. “For a promotion, you mean. I’m working on-”
“No,” she stopped his flow of words. This wasn’t about promotions or money or being his perfect employee. This was about him and her. “I meant for you.”
Kobe Bryant And Barack Obama
Kobe wore a very safe suit to see the President
but wowsers, with a complexion like that,
(GORGEOUS)
you don’t need flash.
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