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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.”

“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.

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

Kian was only putting the jacket on her but Mina went crazy thinking that he was actually hugging her. He stepped back and moved his head, signalling her to leave. But Mina remained standing in front of him. "I bought that... For you." Mina could not believe her ears. Her tutor bought her a book? That meant a lot! Her eyes got teary when she looked at it, My First Love that Blooms in Spring. ------------ Saturday. BX Bio, one of the leading pharmaceutical companies in the world. And it's having a business conference in Liez Hotel for a week.

“I’d like to make a reservation. For tonight. 7pm.” The young guy sitting there didn’t even look up from the computer screen. He was typing, leisurely, not in any kind of rush. “Yeah… that’s not gonna happen,” he said flatly. I blinked. "What?" He kept typing. “All our tables are booked. Every one of them,” he added, still not sparing me a glance. “You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.”

“I know it’s sudden but I think it’s best to stay away from everything for a while.” I blinked at him, processing slowly. “You… when did you book it?” “This morning,” he admitted without hesitation, voice steady but carrying a trace of something almost sheepish, like he knew exactly how impulsive it sounded even as he said it. “After you fell asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking so I called my assistant at six a.m., had her find the most private place I could think of, and booked it. We’ll be there by evening.”

I asked, surprised. “Everyone does!” Sydney exclaimed, reaching behind a pillow and retrieving her laptop. “He’s only the hottest bachelor in politics right now.” “I had no idea,” I said, suddenly feeling out of the loop. “Trust me,” Sydney continued, fiercely typing away on her keyboard. “He’s worth doing a little research.” She turned her computer screen toward me to reveal an enlarged photograph of Cal Booker. I observed his facial features for a moment, studying every crease and every pore. His eyes looked like they told a story.

“This is Max Dunham, and I want to book Stevie for Friday at 9 p.m.” I check the calendar program and it shows Stevie on the list with an opening at 9 but she has an appointment at 11 too. “She’s available at 9 but booked at 11. Will that work for you or will you need her for a different evening?” “That will work.” He disconnects the call and I search his name in the database. He’s there and it’s easy to input the information. Things run smoothly until a quarter to noon, when the phone rings. “Elegant Escorts, how may I help you?”