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Attracted to Him? "Did you see the new girl Eason she's definately easy on the eyes" Nicolas said.
"No, I haven't Eason replied not looking up from his magazine".
She came walking into the room. Wearing a pencil knee length skirt and a low cut shirt with her cleavage spilling over. It was a sight to see for the men in the office. Women whispered amongst themselves in disgust.
She walked towards the two men who were sitting in front of her desk.
"Hi I'm Elizabeth Gray but u you can call me Liz' she told Nicolas.
"You are absolutely beautiful Liz, no offense" he stated.
"Oh no offense taken" she noticed Eason and how handsome he was .
She found it rude how he didn't take his eyes off the magazine. He was the only man in the room who seemed not interested.
'And u are?" she asked boldly with a grin.
Eason slowly looked up starting from toe until he met her face.
"Slut" he thought to himself.
"Hello I'm Eason" he extended his hand although he didn't want to.
"Firm grip you have there Eason, I Love Strong men she joked"
He was not moved and felt the need to get away but forced a laugh.
Looking at her neck his imagination went wild.
Placing his hands around her neck is what he craved.
Squeezing the life out of her. He began to feel as if he'd break out in a sweat.
"Would you excuse me ? I have to go to the men's room" he smiled.
"It was really nice to meet you" he got up.
"What was that about ?" she turned and asked Nicolas. with confusion written across her face
"He is very shy" but are you married if you don't mind me asking.
"No, but is he?" she asked.
Nicolas realised she was attracted to his friend and not him. A huge blow to his ego.
"Why don't you ask him" Nicolas replied walking away he saw it was no use talking to her if she wasn't interested in sleeping with him. Anyone with sense knew what type of guy he was. She was drawn to Eason he seemed like such the perfect gentleman. She was tired of dating jerks.

Eason calmed himself down.Tossing some water on his face. The monster within him wanted to place his fantasy of killing Elizabeth Gray into action. In due time he told himself.
 
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