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I'm the new guy at work. It's my first day in the US since I just transferred from the company's branch in Dubai.
You first see me in one of the morning meetings, being introduced. I'm dressed conservatively- a well tailored but subtle grey suit, stark white shirt and a maroon silk tie- all of it goes so well with my tall, yet lean build.
Olive skinned, with dark hair, darker eyes, I'm the splash of masculine color in our otherwise ethnically stagnant workplace. I move differently, speak differently- a more formal nuance to my words lilted in an accent that is at various intervals both harsh yet soft.
I smell different too. Of woody oudhs and ambergris and spices you can't recognize. You close your eyes and inhale whenever I walk past, my lean body leaving a lingering scent in it's wake as I go about my day.
Maybe you've seen pictures of my family on my desk. My modestly dressed, hijabi wife, and our son who looks like her but has my eyes. Maybe you wonder how boring it must be, for a man to have to fuck something as repressed and conformist and boring as that.
Expanding my horizons might be fun.
And you want me. Oh fuck yes you want me. You want to tear down that good-boy demeanor and ignite something hungry and primal in my eyes. There's a certain appeal, in seducing me away from my worship and ascetic principles and devouring me in your own hedonistic desire.
I'm your forbidden fruit. Take a bite.
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