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I can’t, not if it meant I would walk around in a daze and act unnatural. “That’s fine with me. You can keep me company in the office.” He started towards it, sure I would not make a run for the door. He was by a bookshelf when I joined went to seat. He grabbed a large book and dropped it infront of me. “That’s all the entertainment I have right now. Your phone’s in your room.” “A manual on the inner workings of smart homes?” I read the title. “It’s user friendly, there’s a lot of pictures too.” His pulled his chair back and collapsed in it. I scoffed but flicked through it as he typed away on his laptop.

He dials someone named John, holding the phone to his ear as our eyes lock in a smouldering gaze. "Enigma in five, and book me a suite......Yes,The Ritz."

And you are never alone" and I nod at him. He gives me a big hug and I melt in it. And with that he left for some place in the world taking the heart of a 12-year-old girl. After 9 years. "Oh, hell no" I claimed as I keep the book in the shelf. "C'mon Iris" I rolled my eyes as I walk over to the counter and go behind it. "You have zero sex life, at least get a vibrator or dildo" I groaned as I bang my head in embarrassment.

“Our bar… we suddenly got a bunch of huge bookings. Three, back to back.” She blinked in confusion. The place had basically been half shut down for a while now. She was surprised anyone would even show up, let alone place big orders. Still, she was cautious. “Which company made the booking? Be careful, could be a prank.” “No, they even paid a deposit. They’re serious—really serious!” Francie sounded both thrilled and a little overwhelmed. “Have you heard of this company? It’s called Maren. I looked them up—they’re a major name in fashion.”

The smell hit me before he did: something sharp and chemical, layered over sweat and a whiff of desperation. He made a beeline for the counter, all navy Patagonia and entitled jawline. “Where’s my chemistry book? I paid for it last week, it was supposed to be in yesterday. This is ridiculous.” I pasted on my best customer-service smile. “Hi, can I get your name and order number?” He huffed. “It’s under Whitman. David.” He shot Maya a glance, immediately dismissing her as not worth his time.

“Do you want a drink?” “Yes, please,” he walked over to his bar and mixed a drink for me before he came back and sat next to me. “I know how much you like Long Island Iced Tea,” he smiled as he passed me the drink and took a sip of his brandy. “Thank you,” I whispered as I took a sip of the drink and the smoothness of the drink gave me a tinge of confidence. “Did everything go well with your meeting?” “Yeah, everything got sorted out,” he drank a bit more of his drink and I placed my drink on the table before us.

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I looked at him unsure… last night he has said he would come with me but was that just him getting caught up in the moment? He picked up a fresh strawberry and raised it to my lips coaxing me to bite, there was such a happy satisfied smile on his face I could have looked at him all day. “Don’t worry baby, I already called into the office, told them I’m taking some personal leave. I need to get some things together from home but how about I book us a car to Newark, rather than the train. A little more comfortable, and private!” he raised an eyebrow teasing. “Message me the time and location of the bookstore and I’ll get it booked, and I’ll book on that flight with you too. Bet your publisher

Yvonne Caruso was delighted when I remained silent. She scoffed at me. "It's good that you know to be afraid. A hillbilly like you has probably never seen such a luxurious hotel before. Do you think this hotel belongs to your family? "Just because you're a bimbo who got into the company doesn't mean you deserve a good room." She pointed at a huge dumpster not far away. "That's where you deserve to live. Don't say I didn't warn you, but someone is going to take that place if you're too late."