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In a business where some men rather have something gentle on the eyes around them. One of the CEOs of a high ended business purchased a clone of his old high school sweetheart. The old, fat balding man walked among the cubicles of his employees but he looked over his shoulder, smiling at his new Clone.

Walking behind the old CEO was a small woman with black hair wrapped up in a bun. Her blue eyes looked through the small rimmed glasses. The suit she wore was tailored to fit her hour glass body. Her breasts were full and perky, waist tiny and her hips flared out to show that she had a round butt that was spankable for those who liked to spank.

The young clone looked to be n her mid 20s as she was looking at the folder. "Sir, you have a meeting at 10 o'clock and lunch with the CEOs from Japan." She looked up at her Owner as her soft pink lips held a pen between them. The CEO chuckled and pulled the poen from her soft lips and placed it behind her ear.

"Alright, Jasmine but go and pick up the reports from the departments, will you?" He said in a happy tone before taking off. Jasmine sighed as she turned down to the one side of the room gathering up folders but she came to a cubicle that made her heart ache for some odd reason. Looking up at the employee with her eyes becoming soft. "I need your report. Do you have it?" Jasmine asked softly as she shifted in her black high heels.
 
Jerry was late as usual. He'd rushed in to work, his mind working overtime on one plausible excuse after another. 'Traffic? no.. lame. Illness? Hmm.. that might work.' He could paint a picture of the dedicated employee who drags himself to work even when he's sick' He grinned at the thought, But he'd made it to his cubicle without running in to the manager and he was just heaving a sigh of relief when he heard footsteps approaching. Damn.. guess he wasn't that lucky after all.

He got up expecting to see the manager and had his excuse all ready...

The vision that greeted him was not quite what he was expecting though. It almost took his breath away. it was a moment before he realized exactly who... or rather 'what' she was. There had been rumors of late that the big boss man was getting himself a new toy. But this?! Wow! The man had taste!

He took a moment to admire her. He let his eyes unabashedly roam every inch of her. Those full perky breasts of hers straining against the suit... that perfect waist seemed to defy logic... and those flaring hips hinted at an ass that, he was sure, was no less perfect. He even considered asking her to turn around just so he could see.

It wasn't that he was a total dick or anything... but this was a clone after all. Not like he was about to hurt her feelings. Clones were, as a rule, emotionless. It made them more efficient, he supposed.

Jerry himself wasn't a bad looker. His 6 foot frame bore the lean musculature of a champion swimmer. Although it had been a while since he competed, he practiced practically everyday. Short cropped hair of a blackness that was matched only by his eyes. A smile was never far from his lips and he was quite the charmer.

It took a while for Jerry to remember she had asked him for something... something about a report... "Good Lord, the weekly report!" he thought. "Now where did I put it?"

He quickly turned around and dug through the messy pile of papers and files on his desk before he found it. He then held it out to her, "Here you go"
 
Jasmine was lookiong through the folders, scanning for any fakes when Jerry was svanning her body. A small lock of her hair fell freely to caress the side of her face. The sound of him rushing through papers brought her eyes up to see he was frantically searching. Jasmine smiled softly at the sight of a well built man diving into the mess of his work station to find a single paper that could save his ass from being fired.

Once he handed it over, Jasmine looked it over. "Thank you." She said softly before turning around to walk off but she looked at him over her shoulder.

"The panting will be our little secret." She gave him a playful wink. Even though her type were suppose to be emotionless but they try to put on a smile to make things easier and more relaxed in the public areas. Jasmine gave Jerry a soft smile before leaving him to his work as she walked on further down to the others. After getting the reports she was to give them to the manager and report if anyone was late.
 
Emotions or no, he was glad she'd been distracted as he checked her out. He'd noticed a lock of her hair fall over her face and he'd had to fight the urge to reach out and hook it over her ear for her. And her smile... could make a grown man cry. Damn... what was wrong with him?! 'She's just a clone!' He silently reprimanded himself for feeling this way. 'But a mighty fine one at that!'.

As she turned around he couldn't help but look at her ass... and boy had he been right?! Full and pert... just the way he liked 'em. A slow grin jumped to his lips as he thought of a few things he'd like to do to that ass.

He was suddenly cut short from his reverie when she turned around and spoke. She couldn't have missed the fact that he was eyeing her ass. He nearly turned purple before he remembered that she was only a clone! 'Only a clone... only a clone.. keep telling yourself that boy!' He thought to himself and calmed. He almost sighed in relief too, but then she spoke!

'Panting?! What panting?! Did she realize what he was thinking?... no wait... she probably just meant the actual panting from all that hurrying' his mind was a whirlwind. So she knew he'd been late... but she wasn't going to report him either. And that wink.. my God but this clone was certainly an oddity!

"Uhh.. thanks!" He mumbled.
 
Her steps were silent as she entered the manager's office. There she slipped him the reports though he asked if anyone was late for work or weren't in their cubicle.

"No, sir. Everyone was here." She reported with a smile but the manager got to his feet and slowly approached her. Jasmine never liked this man but she couldn't lash out at him so she slipped her hands behind her back to resist the urge to smack him.

The tall slick black haired man stood in front of her to where he could look down her red button down blouse. "Even Jerry?" He asked.

"Who?" She thought back then she remembered the black haired man with the well built body. "Oh! Him! Yes, he was here but if you'd excuse me. I got other things to do." She said quickly as she rushed out of his office before shutting his door. Her heart was racing as she didn't know why some of the male employees stood close to her like that. Either way she walked down the cubicles to the employees' lounge.

When she got there she noticed there wasn't anyone there. Smiling in relief as she released some of the hair pins having her black hair fall freely down to the middle of her back. In silence Jasmine filled the coffee pot and was making fresh coffee for those who would need it.

Her mind kept straying to Jerry wondering why he was late today. Sighing as Jasmine unbuttoned her jacket and tossed it to the empty couch as she went to the window, looking over the busy city. She was made to have no emotions but yet her heart ached when she got near Jerry, her heart raced when the manager approached her and she was always happy when she was with her owner. Could she be a defective product? The though made her sick as defective products were destroyed but unless there was a contract signed that the owner took full responiblilty for the defective product. With Jasmine standing there her mind raced over many things that could happen or lead to that situation.
 
Once she'd left, Jerry decided to get some work done. But first, he needed to clear up his messy desk. It had never bothered him before but somehow he didn't fancy her seeing his desk like this again. 'Her? The clone!' He thought to himself... 'Now i'm looking for approval from a clone. Great!' He wondered if a trip to the shrink would be covered by his medical. He shook his head with a slight grimace, 'What's wrong with you?'

Just then a coworker popped his head over his cubicle wall and whispered, "So... did you see the new addition to the staff?! Hehe.. quite a looker isn't she? Man and those tits..." As the man continued to pass lewd comments about the rest of her anatomy, Jerry tried to shut out his voice. For some reason he wasn't very comfortable with this man ambling on about her. And only moments before, he himself had been thinking worse, but that parting wink and the promise to keep his secret had sparked something in his mind. Something about her didn't quite add up. He couldn't put his finger on it though. Why would a clone want to keep his secret? And something about the way she winked playfully... there was something about her... something...

"...his high school sweetheart apparently.. or that's what i heard anyway"

"Huh? What are you talking about? What sweetheart?"

"Haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying? The clone... apparently she looks like his old high school squeeze. The bossman's!"

"Hmm.. now that is news. So the old man's trying to relive his glory days." Which also meant, he was going to be over possessive of his new toy.

"Yeah, the lucky bastard. Can you imagine his lard ass over..."

"Enough already... it's not quite the picture I want in my head right now ok?"

Jerry shook his head. He needed a break. This wasn't turning out into one of his finer mornings. He decided to head for the employee's lounge. A cup of coffee would do him good. Help him clear his head. As he approached the room, he saw that it wasn't empty. She was there... standing by the window looking out over the city. He tried to make as little noise as possible, as he got himself a cup. But he needn't have bothered, she seemed lost in her own thoughts.

He watched her as he sipped his coffee. She'd taken off her jacket and let her hair down. He wasn't familiar with very many clones but, even to him that seemed all together too... 'human'.
 
Jasmine stood there but after a short awhile she was slowly bringing herself back to reality. On her left wist was a diamond band watch that her owner gave to her. So far he never made sexual advances on her but cared for her like she was a gem that was lost long ago. Jasmine looked at her watch seeing she needed to get back to her owner's office before he got back or he'd be furious with her.

Turning around as she grabbed her jacket but saw Jerry was standing there maybe watching her. She didn't blush at him as she smiled softly seeing he drank the coffee she made recently. "I hope you'd enjoy the coffee. I thought you and the others would enjoy it." She said softly before she walked past him with her jacket folded over her crossed arms that made her breasts look a bit larger.

In silence she left the lounge but something was trying to find a reason to stick close to him but her duties and loyalty lies with her owner. Sighing as she looked down at the floor as she left the cubicle floor and went up the flight of stairs to the main offices. Once she was alone in the stair well she unbuttoned her blouse alittle bit as she felt bit warm. Curious about why as she leaned against the stair well as her mind went over to her owner watching porno's. Though she imagined it was her and Jerry performing such acts. Before Jasmine knew it she was pressing her hands between her legs. Gasping as she removed her hands whispering to herself. "What is going on with me?" Sighing as she slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor with her hand over her face, lost.
 
As he watched her stare out the window, he felt a sudden urge to walk up behind her and put an arm around her. To hold her close, to feel her body pressed tight against his own. He wanted to bury his face in her hair, he wanted to run his hands over her body, grab her waist and turn her around to look once more upon her face...

And suddenly she did turn around... as if on cue. And he saw her smile at him. She looked at the cup of coffee in his hand and seemed pleased.

The coffee was pretty good. He had not guessed that she may have made it. But before he could even thank her for it, she'd left. He wanted to go after her, but what was he going to say, "I'm stalking you 'cos you brew a mean cup of coffee?"

He shook his head and finished his drink. He realized that he didn't even know her name. As he turned to leave, he tried to think of any way he could find out... 'Kathy in Accounts would know'. But he'd have to be discreet. Wouldn't want the office grapevine to catch wind of it. The last thing he needed was to get ribbed for being 'interested' in a clone! He decided to take the stairs to the upper levels. He could've just used the holo-com of course, but... a part of him hoped he'd run into her again.

"Oh... sorry." He said as he stepped out on to the stair well and saw a woman sitting on the floor. It took him a second to realize that it was her and she seemed to be... 'No way! Crying?!'

'But she's a clone!' he thought to himself. He crouched down next to her, maybe she'd slipped or twisted an ankle or something. Surely, clones could feel pain,

"Are you all right? Are you hurt?" He asked with genuine concern in his voice.
 
Jasmine looked up when she heard someone walking to the stair well. Though she was shocked to see it was Jerry before her then he was down at her level asking if she was alright. Was he following her or was it one of those days where people just randomly ran in to each other?

"I'm fine!" She gave him a soft giggle as she reached out touching his hand. She was taught at the center that touching people either aroused or soothed them. "I got alittle hot and decided to sit on the floor to cool down."

Like humans clones do feel pain but were made to with stand it in only to please their owners. At this moment she forgotten she unbuttoned her blouse alittle bit having her black laced bra peeking out a bit. To be honest she didn't care if she walked around the office naked but as long as no one touched her when she was naked then she'd do it. Though the thought of him following her kept crossing her mind.

"I never really got your name but I'm guessing your name is..." She sighed as she hated her short term memory which to her was funny. "Jerry!" She exclaimed as if she achieved her first victory. Slowly she leaned back against the wall as locks of her hair kept falling in front of her framed eyes. "Is it me or does it seem like we keep running in to each other?"
 
Her touch was almost electrifying. He couldn't believe how he felt. He couldn't believe the effect this clone was having on him. And as she got up, he realized her blouse was unbuttoned and he caught a glimpse of a lacy black bra... all the more striking for the contrast of color against her pale skin. Standing this close to her was making his heart beat faster, till it was almost pounding against his chest... so hard that he wondered if she could hear it.

"Yes... it is!" He wondered how she knew his name. A faint hope seemed to rise inside him that perhaps she too found him... well... 'This is madness!' He screamed at himself in his head, 'Get a grip on yourself, she's a clone! She probably read it off your report!' And at that very moment he couldn't, for the life of him, remember whether it was on his report or not.

He couldn't help smiling at that last comment though, "Yes... it does seem that way, doesn't it? But now you have me at a disadvantage... I never did catch your name." He grinned, completely disarmed by the way she was smiling and giggling.. and that exclamation of his name. That was probably why he reached out and without thinking, pushed her hair away from her eyes.

Shocked at his own actions, he immediately let go of her and moved back... just a little though. He was still reluctant to relinquish this proximity between them. "I'm sorry.. I wasn't thinking. I didn't mean to do that."
 
Her smile faded slightly when his hand reached out and brushed her hair away from her face. For the first week or two she was told by her owner not to allow anyone but him to ouch her. With her cheeks turning red she looked away from him but she cleared her throat before answering him when he mentioned her name.

"Its Jasmine." Finally she looked back at him as her right hand went over her heart which concealed her bra from his sight even further. At this moment she felt lost with him standing before her,more like towering over her small frame. Jasmine's soft blue eyes looked into his dark eyes. Every time she saw him from a distance he seemed to bring something to life within her. She was feeling something she never had felt before when she was in the center or with her Owner. With Jerry standing so close to her she felt the urge to have her body caressed like lovers would do then enjoy each other's presence.

Jasmine dug her finger tips into her chest to keep herself on track but she gave Jerry a soft smile but when she spoke she did noticed she sounded nervous. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Inside she was wondering why did she say that? Was it a pick up line from a movie she saw to learn more about how to move her body to entice someone? No, she wasn't moving her body to attract anyone but Jerry seemed to be there at every turn. Talk about can't get away from something that confused you.
 
The first thing he saw was her fading smile and immediately his heart sank. He knew he'd crossed a line. But then he noticed her cheeks flush as she averted her gaze. He wasn't sure he was reading the signs right. It made no sense. This was not how clones were supposed to behave. Of that he was sure. This creature fascinated him. And then she told him her name.

Jasmine. It suited her. He thought of the delicate and fragrant flower and somehow it seemed appropriate. He was further encouraged by the fact that she didn't shy away from him or try to leave. In fact, when she raised her hand to her heart, he was reminded of those classic movies where the girl, confronting her 'true love' for the first time found her heart all aflutter, and would do something similar to calm herself. He almost laughed at the thought. He knew he was being a romantic fool. Not to mention, hideously old-fashioned. No one watched those movies anymore. It was only 'cos his grandfather had been a crazy old coot who loved to collect antiques from the 20th century, that he had. And anyway she was a clone. Not exactly the 'romantic' type. He couldn't believe he was even entertaining such notions.

But she was making it very hard for him to think of her as a clone. It was possible that she'd been conditioned or trained to behave in this fashion, but that would've only been done if specified by the intended Owner. And even if that was the case, there was no reason she would be behaving like this with him. When he noticed the fabric of her blouse wrinkling, he realized she was pressing her nails into her chest. And yet she was smiling as she asked him that odd question.

He wondered if she was trying to remind him that they were in office... but then again, something about the way she said it. The way she smiled when she did and the quivering of her voice... He didn't know what to say, so instead he took a chance. Reaching up very slowly, he touched her hand. He gently stroked a finger along the back and then just as gently pulled it away from her chest. With his other hand he softly cupped the side of her face, all the while looking deep into her soft blue eyes watching for her reaction.
 
Her eyes went wide when Jerry advanced forward with him grabbing her hand then cupping her cheek with the other. Her breath was caught in her throat as her body trembled within his grasps. At this moment she didn't know what to do so as Clones would do would try to think logically on how to handle this situation. So far she was drawing up a blank on how to handle this. So her instincts took over as she commanded her body to relax since there may be nothing to worry about. Her eyes became soft as she touched the hand that was on her cheek.

"Where have I seen this before?" She thought to herself as she looked into his dark eyes as if to find out what he was planning. Though she found his eyes loyal to his feelings as she couldn't find a reason behind his behavior. With her body becoming loose as she closed her eyes then tilted her head into his hand, having her cheek form in the palm of his hand.

At this moment she could see the from a third person point of view. Her standing there as it calm and content with what was happening. Though with Jerry she could see he was rather determined to take action on something. What action he'd take? She didn't know but standing here with her cheek being caressed rather felt good to her.
 
Her body visibly relaxed and he took it as a sign that she was comfortable with this. It was still a little surprising when she reached up and held his hand and rested her face in his palm.

He raised her other hand and placed it on his chest and stepped in closer, their bodies just touching each other now. He could feel the softness of her breasts rub lightly against his chest. He reached down to her waist, slowly slipping his hand around to her lower back, and pulled her in closer.

Still cupping her cheek, he gently turned her face up to him.... leaning in, he breathed in the heady scent of her perfume, before lightly brushing her soft lips with his own. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her ever so closer as his lips sought hers more urgently.

He also held her much tighter to him now, and as his hand moved up her back he could feel her breasts pressing against his chest. It only fueled his passion ever more.

He, of course, had no way of knowing that her Owner had explicitly told her never to allow anyone to touch her. But if he'd stopped to think about it, it was only logical. What with she supposedly reminding the man of his old flame, it was only natural that he'd be very possessive about this one. No doubt, it also meant, that Jerry was playing with fire here. He would surely lose his job... or worse, if they were caught.
 
What happened next shocked her. With him positioning her hand as she slowly became aware but she was to slow since he managed to kiss her softly. Her eyes went wide as this was her first kiss she ever experienced. Her hands went to his chest to push him away since she was getting scared at the moment but the force he applied to her body was...exciting to her. Jasmine stop straining against him as he ran his fingers through her hair that made her relax. With him pressing her upper back to his chest and she could feel her back arching to fit his frame.

At this moment she could hear her heart throbbing in her ears as if nothing else in the world mattered at the moment but him.
Shortly she pressed up against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck with her lifting her leg then wrapped it around his hip. The warmth of his body even coming close to her most protected area made her want to please him.

Her lips pressed against his as if she hungered for him and his touch. Her finger tips dug into his back when she pulled her lips from his. Her breathing was labored as if she was restraining something else from her. Looking up at him as her soft red lips were parted. "You know I was instructed not to allow anyone to touch me....I guess that doesn't matter anymore." She said with a soft smile as she reached up touching his hair.
 
He almost couldn't believe what was happening. She returned his kiss with ardor and even pressed herself into him. Her hands round his neck felt right. He was starting to move on pure instinct... reaching down to grab her leg just behind her knee, he pulled her leg up even higher as he ground his hips into her.

His hand caressed its way higher up her thigh, even as his tongue sought hers in a wet dance of passion. He grunted as her fingers dug into his back. When she spoke.. he knew she shared his... 'feelings'. Vaguely his mind told him there was something odd here. But there was no way he was going to dwell on that just then. All he heard was that she too was willing to break the rules to be here with him, this moment.

That thought alone nearly drove him wild with passion. He reached down with both his hands and cupped her ass, squeezing hard before lifting her off her feet. He held her so... pressed to the wall, their hips locked, her legs wrapped round his waist... while his hand explored up her sides.

He caressed the swell of her breasts, before reaching up even further and pulling her hands apart and raising them over her head... wrists crossed. He held her so and pulled away to look into her beautiful blue eyes. He was panting... his breathing labored within his chest and he was amazed at the strength of his feelings.
 
A soft gasp left her lips as he lifted her off the ground then pressed her against the wall. She felt a sudden rush as he groped her ass though a soft moan left her lips when he grasped her breast. With her legs locked around his hips she found her heart racing when he pinned her hands above her head. Her glasses fell a little bit down her nose as she looked at him over the rim of her glasses.

Listening to his breathing seemed to trigger something within her to want something to be done and right now. The feeling of his hand grabbing behind her knee earlier then up her thigh still lingered on her mind. Slowly closing her eyes as she leaned her head back exposing her neck and her exposed chest to him. Her hips ached to be caressed by him as she shifted her legs to have her heels pressing against his tone tight ass.

After submitting to him she heard a door several floors above them open then was slammed shut. Jasmine opened her eyes as she recognized the footsteps. Jasmine looked at Jerry as she loosen her grip on his waist. "Let me go...He's here." She whispered to him as she looked to the stairs above them. With her unlocking her legs around him as she placed her feet on the ground then pulled her wrists free from his grasps. In seconds her blouse was fixed and she smoothed her hair down when the large CEO and his partners emerged. The other CEOs had clones as well but some looked like the porn star material with their large breasts and their needy behavior.

Jasmine moved away from Jerry as her owner came over and kissed her forehead. "Hows my little flower?" He asked in a rather tired voice with him looking at her then over at Jerry to see his hair was rather messy. The thought of him being late crossed his mind and he was talking to his Jasmine.

"I got the reports in. Is there anything you need me to do?" She asked with a smile like an obedient servant to a kind master.

"I'm heading home early but I need you to send some files out to the departments...As for you." His gray eyes landed on Jerry as he thought this was punishment enough to be around someone you can never have or so he thinks. "You will be staying late to work up all the times you were late. Also I'm trusting you to look over Jasmine while I'm gone." The CEO was tall but had a large gut on him. He smiled at Jasmine as he gave her the keys to his office and he and the other CEOs disappeared from the stair well leaving the pair alone.

Jasmine was never entrusted with the keys so something must be wrong. Shaking her head as she looked over at Jerry smiling softly. "Looks like we'll be here till late tonight." Even an innocent statement could be twisted around to a sexual hint. Slowly she was understanding little meanings behind some phrases.
 
Jerry was oblivious to the world. Jasmine's legs were clamped around his waist, her heels pressed tight against his ass causing the ever growing tightness in his pants to be pushed that much harder against her pelvis. In her eyes, he saw reflected the same need... passion... what ever, and her raised arms had lifted her breasts, giving him an exciting view of a cleavage he wanted so much to bury his face in. Even the way her glasses had slipped a little, down the bridge of her nose, only drove him madder with desire.

Even when he heard the door open and shut above, he couldn't let her go. If she hadn't put a stop to it and actually extricated herself from him, they'd most likely have been caught with, for want of a better phrase, his pants down. As she hurried to make herself presentable, he could only watch... and struggle to bring his breath under control.

When the CEOs appeared, he was still a mess. If it wasn't for the fact that somehow Jasmine had managed to straighten herself out so quick, they'd have been caught out for sure. Still, his very presence here had irked the CEO enough to punish him with over time. But it was obvious the man did not suspect anything untoward, when he added that Jerry was to watch over Jasmine as well.

It was all he could do to mumble an affirmative, while trying his best not to show how much he enjoyed the prospect of spending some alone time with her. "Yes sir", he said and nodded, more to hide his face, since he didn't trust himself not to betray his true feelings.

Neither had he missed the little interplay between Jasmine and the CEO. He had felt a pang of jealousy at how he had kissed her, not to mention, the subservient tone of her voice when she spoke to him. But that was only to be expected of course. Half the staff probably spoke to the man in that tone.

But he knew there was a huge difference in the dynamics here. Jasmine, being a clone, was nothing more than property. To be used or abused as he saw fit. The other clones and their overt sexual appeal was evidence enough of exactly what uses their owners put them to. He could only imagine what Jasmine's relationship was with her owner. Although, for some reason he doubted she was a fuck toy for the man. The way she had responded to Jerry earlier, had a certain innocence.

He watched the CEOs leave and then turned to look at Jasmine. He couldn't help grinning at what she said, 'cos he knew she hadn't meant to make it sound quite so flirtatious. "Yes... sure looks like it." He said still grinning, "And I'll just have to take reeeeaaaallll good care of you... bosses orders, after all!"

From his tone though, there was absolutely no doubt what he meant.
 
At the tone of his voice she couldn't help but to imagine a cartoon version of them in the office and him with little devil horns and him pouncing on her in the utmost silly fashion. Laughing softly as her hands came behind her back with her smiling at him. "If you only knew what went through my mind." She said in a soft tone before she took the stairs up but stopped mid way then looked down at him. A thought occurred to her but she turned to face him.

"When you're done in your office would you make sure to come up to keep me company? Also what type of take out do you want?" She knew he'd be searching for her after everyone was gone but it felt odd if he just suddenly showed up without a proper invite at least.

Thankfully she hasn't been fucked yet by the large gutted man. Though the other clones of the CEO board were made to look like porn stars for one or two reasons either be the most envious man in the area and for the clone's appearance kept the men on getting their erections.
 
He nodded, "Yes, i'll be sure to do that." and smiled. An invitation wasn't necessary, hell wild horses couldn't keep him away. Not after their little tryst on the stair well a moment ago. Although, food was the last thing on his mind, he supposed they did need to eat.

He shrugged, "I would much rather you went ahead and just ordered for the both of us. But since you asked, I am partial to Italian food so long as it isn't spaghetti? And... I think I'll be able to find us a bottle of wine too". He'd just remembered the bottle he'd been gifted by some of the guys for his last birthday. He hadn't gotten around to opening it yet. And he thought, this would be the perfect time for it.

With a smile, he left her to head back to his desk.

But he found it hard to concentrate on his work. His mind kept returning to Jasmine. And with her out of sight, he was able to think a little more clearly. After all that had happened between them, he was certain there was something different about her. She wasn't your typical clone. It was as if she was feeling... emotions. And it fascinated him. It also made him a little apprehensive... after all, a clone with feelings was generally considered defective.

As he worked, he kept glancing at the clock. Time wasn't moving fast enough for him today. Still, he managed to wrap up all his work fairly quick. He was a fast worker, always had been. It was one of the reasons he managed to get away with his relatively slack punctuality. No one really bothered him so long as the work got done.

It wasn't long before one by one, the others started to leave. A few of them even invited him for a drink that evening. But when he told them he couldn't and that he'd been asked to stick around, they left him alone. But not before joking about Jerry being put in detention. Once, he knew that the coast was clear he found the wine and headed up to the top floors.
 
She watched him disappear back down to the main floor. Smiling softly as she disappeared to her owner's office where she tossed her coat to the large leather couch before she looked through the folders. With time going by Jasmine had removed her high heels as she danced around the office getting papers reorganized in certain folders. Though after awhile she went over to the large desk and called the local Italian restaurant. There she ordered herself a large plate of chicken Alfredo with bread on the side. Though she was wondering what to order for him. Thinking about it as she asked the owners to tell her the dishes. Either way she asked a second helping of chicken alfredo. They informed her it would be 40 minutes to get done. Smiling as she thanked them over the phone then hung up.

An hour went by as a young man came escorted to the office by the security guard from below.

"Thanks Bill!" She said happily as she paid for the food. The young guy glanced her over but he was grabbed by the guard and thrown out of the office. More than likely it was ten minutes before Jerry started up to the office. Jasmine sat on the floor as she was surrounded by papers with her blouse unbutton by one button. Sighing softly as her back was starting to hurt with her looking over the papers and putting them in the right areas. "Wow.." She muttered wondering why she was placed to do this either way work needed to be done.
 
Jerry made his way up to the top floor. It wasn't every day he got to see how the high and mighty lived so he took his time about it. He was impressed, since just a few of the top brass occupied the offices up here, there was a whole lot of space. And it was all very tastefully done up, probably by a very expensive interior decorator. And it was all empty. It was a strange feeling being up here with no one around. The place was intimidating to say the least, and that was probably why he was feeling a little nervous.

His initial reactions when he realized that he and Jasmine were going to be alone in the office till late, was one of excitement. Not to mention anticipation. He'd been looking forward to this all day. But now he got thinking. Why would the old man leave Jasmine alone up here like this? If she was a clone that brought fond memories of his past, it was unlikely that he'd have gone home without her. And yet, here he was.

He was still uneasy when he came to the main office. He knew Jasmine would be there and was about to knock when he saw that the door was ajar.

Very gently he pushed the door open a little. He saw Jasmine sitting on the floor with her back to him. He just stood there watching her for a moment. She looked perfect to him and a slow smile rose to his face. He forgot all his apprehensions when he saw her. With the carpeting being as plush as they were, it was unlikely his feet would make any sound. Still, he was careful as he quietly slipped inside the door.

With a little smile, he held the bottle of wine like a waiter would at any high price restaurant and in his most dignified voice asked, "Would the lady care for some wine while she worked?"
 
Jasmine removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes when Jerry spoke she looked behind her to see him standing there. Smiling as he got to her feet but swayed slightly as she felt the feeling in one of her legs was gone. She never had wine before but was willing to try it at least.

"I would like to try some." She said with a soft smile before she went to her owner's desk. There she bent over and searched for glasses. Normally he'd have glasses to seal deals but washed them completely. "Ah!" She leaned further and pulled out two glasses and walked back over to Jerry.

"The food is already here." She tilted her head slightly with a smile. Unlike the other men she seen they didn't spark her interest like he did. The thought of what happened between them earlier entered her mind. She wondered if something like that wil happen tonight with them being alone.
 
He couldn't help staring at her butt when she bent over, but he was sure she hadn't done that for his benefit. He couldn't help grinning though. He wondered if she even realized what effect she had on men. He'd noticed the way she'd swayed when she'd got up and guessed what the cause was.

"Here let me get that" he said as he took the glasses from her, "why don't you sit down? I'm guessing your leg has gone numb from sitting on the floor."

He placed the glasses on the table and poured them some wine. He walked over to her and offered her a glass with a smile, "Here you go... give it a little taste. It's a good vintage and I'd been saving it for a special occasion. And this definitely qualifies."
 
Following his suggestion as she went over to the desk then pushed herself up. sitting on the desk. With her crossing her legs as she looked up at him. Smiling as she took the wine from his hand. Sipping from it slowly but shuddered from the taste. It tasted odd but she couldn't help but to cough from the bitter taste.

"Does wine always taste like this?" She asked as she tried another sip from the glass but it tasted the same to her. Perhaps its more of a taste for someone to get use to. Either way she put the glass down on the desk as she leaned back onto her hands, looking out the window. The city out the window was lit up but in the sky was a full moon that looked bright. If the city lights were out the moon could light the area with ease. Jumping down from the desk as she walked over to the large window, looking at the faint stars. "A hunters moon tonight....." No one told her about such a thing but more than likely the person's DNA she had knew some things and it was pass down to her.
 
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