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The
doors
open
at
the
first
floor
,
and
he
takes
my
hand
and
pulls
me
out
.
“
What
is
it
about
elevators
?
”
he
mutters
,
more
to
himself
than
to
me
as
he
strides
across
the
lobby
.
I
struggle
to
keep
up
with
him
because
my
wits
have
been
thoroughly
and
royally
scattered
all
over
the
floor
and
walls
of
elevator
three
in
the
Heathman
Hotel
.
*
*
*
Christian
opens
the
passenger
-
side
door
to
the
black
Audi
SUV
,
and
I
clamber
in
.
It
’
s
a
beast
of
a
car
.
He
hasn
’
t
mentioned
the
outburst
of
passion
that
exploded
in
the
elevator
.
Should
I
?
Should
we
talk
about
it
or
pretend
that
it
didn
’
t
happen
?
It
hardly
seems
real
,
my
first
proper
no
-
holds
-
barred
kiss
.
As
time
ticks
on
,
I
assign
it
mythical
,
Arthurian
legend
,
Lost
City
of
Atlantis
status
.
It
never
happened
,
it
never
existed
.
Perhaps
I
imagined
it
all
.
No
.
I
touch
my
lips
,
swollen
from
his
kiss
.
It
definitely
happened
.
I
am
a
changed
woman
.
I
want
this
man
desperately
,
and
he
wanted
me
.
I
glance
at
him
.
Christian
is
his
usual
polite
,
slightly
distant
self
.
How
confusing
.
He
starts
the
engine
and
reverses
out
of
his
space
in
the
parking
lot
.
He
switches
on
the
sound
system
.
The
car
interior
is
filled
with
the
sweetest
,
most
magical
music
of
two
women
singing
.
Oh
wow
…
all
my
senses
are
in
disarray
,
so
this
is
doubly
affecting
.
It
sends
delicious
shivers
up
my
spine
.
Christian
pulls
out
onto
Southwest
Park
Avenue
,
and
he
drives
with
easy
,
lazy
confidence
.
“
What
are
we
listening
to
?
”
“
It
’
s
‘
The
Flower
Duet
’
by
Delibes
,
from
the
opera
Lakmé
.
Do
you
like
it
?
”
“
Christian
,
it
’
s
wonderful
.
”
