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Sasha had chosen a dress she knew to be a perfectly suitable albeit very unexciting dress. It was a black shift, high-necked and under a matching jacket. Unrevealing. She had also put her hair in a ponytail, as she didn't want to look like she was trying to attract him in any way. This was dinner between friends —or what everyone the hell they were, and nothing more.

Sasha opened her door to face Kaleb. He was wearing a white shirt tucked into black trousers, with black shoes to match, and as always he looked spectacular.

'He is not available,' Sasha reminded herself again.

"Hi" she said shyly and hated the way her voice sounded. She suddenly felt thirsty.

"Hello beautiful" Kaleb replied with that deeply sexy voice.

For the second time that day Sasha looked up into those eyes. Those eyes that she hadn’t been able to get out of her head for weeks now, and her mouth turned dry, her hands clammy. Her reaction to Kaleb was alarming. Normally, she had no time for frivolous flirtations,