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"You rang?"

Jenna Theresa Kirk flounced into her boss's office and arranged herself neatly to show off her killer legs to great advantage. She knew it drove him crazy, but he hadn't admitted it yet and she was working on her master plan to get him to confess. It was just a matter of who could be more stubborn: Jenna or Chris Pike.

Chris rolled his eyes at her and looked sternly over the top of his glasses. He was trying to look like a crabby old guy on purpose and it wasn't working, Jenna thought to herself with glee. The Modeling life could be very stressful, but she was thankful to have a good boss and decent co-workers at her Agency. Some places were simply hotbeds of unbearable divas.

"Thank you for actually showing up less than three hours after I called you," Pike said dryly.

"What? That only happened twice. Now that I know you, I eagerly anticipate being summoned to your domain."

Pike's face turned an awkward shade of purplish red at the highly suggestive tone in her voice.

"For pity's sake, Jenna, could you tone down the siren act for a bit?" He pleaded. "Dang it, I know why McCoy is always swearing at you if this is how you are with him."

Plainly, Pike was exasperated and flustered all at the same time, avoiding looking at her directly.

"Oh, Bones swears at me for entirely different reasons, I assure you," she said smoothly. "He gets annoyed that I've picked up on his attraction to the lovely Carol Marcus."

"Carol? Really? Thought they hated each other. They've been sniping at each other ever since I hired her."

"Oh, they think they do, but underneath there's a smoldering chemistry and it's plainly obvious to everyone else, especially Gaila and I."

"I'll take your word for it," Pike said rather doubtfully.

"Now, onto the reason I actually wanted to talk to you."

He pulled out the PADD with the agency's schedule.

"I have you, Nyota, and Gaila, down for the Vogue shoot tomorrow and you and McCoy are doing the Galaxy Glamour shoot on Wednesday and Thursday and Friday it says Angela's Bridal? You've never done a bridal wear shoot before."

"Well, they'd been asking for a while and I decided to branch out a little," Jenna shrugged. "Expand my horizons, you know. Besides, I look good in white."

She winked and Pike groaned again, wondering what had possessed him to hire the daughter of famous George Kirk, who'd clearly inherited his charisma and personality, albeit in a different field.

She was extremely gifted and sought after, but he'd never imagined she'd set her sights on him. HIM! Of all people for Jenna to start flirting with, he was the absolute worst prospect. Even Spock had told her it was "illogical and unprofessional", but had that stopped her from using her feminine wiles on him? Heck, no.

He'd already firmly mentally placed her squarely in the employee (off-limits) zone, and he believed she was only doing this to torment him so he'd always ignored her little displays, well, he thought he'd been. A stray thought flitted through his mind of Jenna Modeling white dresses and he gulped a bit and and had to firmly replace his stern expression back on.

"I'm sure you will. That's why you're one of the most well-known models in the business. Try not to leave a trail of broken hearts behind you, Jenna," he admonished her, in a slightly teasing tone.

Ms. Kirk did indeed make an impression on most people and species she worked with, whether she was conscious of it or not. It might have been the brilliant smile, maybe it was the startling blue eyes, or the friendly way about her that did it, he wasn't sure.

"I'll do my best, Chris." She grinned at him. "Are you done?"

"For now."

"Okay. Now I'm off to pose sultrily with that hot British model for awhile. Ta-Ta!" And with a wink, she sashayed away to the studio, leaving her boss shaking his head and wondering how long he could keep up his resolve.