Mr. Kenny leaned forward. She could feel his breath on her cheeks.

—You don't understand, do you? From the moment I saw your profile, I loved you. I've waited three years, thinking you'd pick up on my clues and come to me, but you haven't, and I can't wait any longer.

"But sir, you're married," Amanda exclaimed.

Mr. Kenny seemed unfazed. "Come on, Amanda, don't be so stiff. We could have a lot of fun together, you know." He tried to kiss her.

Pushing him, his frustration grew, and he immediately stood firm. "Mr. Kenny, I will not prolong this conversation any further. I expect our interactions to be strictly professional," he said firmly as he stood up.

Dismissing her anger, Mr. Kenny continued in a sexual tone: "Oh! Amanda."

"Miss Amanda!" he corrected her. She tried to leave, but Mr. Kenny grabbed her hand, preventing her from leaving. His grip was firm, and Amanda felt trapped, her back against the table.

"Not so fast." He tightened his grip around her hand and Amanda gasped.

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