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The
elevator
doors
open
,
and
I
’
m
in
the
foyer
.
It
is
so
strange
not
to
be
met
by
Taylor
.
Of
course
,
he
’
s
parking
the
car
.
In
the
great
room
,
Christian
is
on
his
BlackBerry
,
talking
quietly
as
he
stares
through
the
glass
doors
at
the
early
evening
Seattle
skyline
.
He
’
s
wearing
a
gray
suit
with
the
jacket
undone
,
and
he
’
s
running
his
hand
through
his
hair
.
He
’
s
agitated
,
tense
even
.
Oh
no
—
what
’
s
wrong
?
Agitated
or
not
,
he
’
s
still
a
fine
sight
.
How
can
he
look
so
…
arresting
?
“
No
trace
…
Okay
…
Yes
.
”
He
turns
and
sees
me
,
and
his
whole
demeanor
changes
.
From
tension
to
relief
to
something
else
:
a
look
that
calls
directly
to
my
inner
goddess
,
a
look
of
sensual
carnality
,
his
eyes
scorching
.
My
mouth
goes
dry
and
desire
blooms
in
my
body
…
whoa
.
“
Keep
me
informed
,
”
he
snaps
,
and
shuts
off
his
phone
as
he
strides
purposefully
toward
me
.
I
stand
paralyzed
as
he
closes
the
distance
between
us
,
devouring
me
with
his
eyes
.
Holy
shit
…
something
’
s
amiss
—
the
strain
in
his
jaw
,
the
anxiety
around
his
eyes
.
He
shrugs
out
of
his
jacket
,
undoes
his
dark
tie
,
and
slings
them
both
onto
the
couch
en
route
to
me
.
Then
his
arms
are
wrapped
around
me
,
and
he
’
s
pulling
me
to
him
,
hard
,
fast
,
gripping
my
ponytail
to
tilt
my
head
up
,
kissing
me
like
his
life
depends
on
it
.
What
the
hell
?
He
drags
the
hair
tie
painfully
out
of
my
hair
,
but
I
don
’
t
care
.
There
’
s
a
desperate
,
primal
quality
to
his
kiss
.
He
needs
me
,
for
whatever
reason
,
at
this
point
in
time
,
and
I
have
never
felt
so
desired
and
coveted
.
It
’
s
dark
and
sensual
and
alarming
all
at
the
same
time
.
I
kiss
him
back
with
equal
fervor
,
my
fingers
twisting
and
fisting
in
his
hair
.
Our
tongues
entwine
,
our
passion
and
ardor
erupting
between
us
.
He
tastes
divine
,
hot
,
sexy
,
and
his
scent
—
all
body
wash
and
Christian
—
is
arousing
.
He
drags
his
mouth
away
from
mine
,
and
he
’
s
staring
down
at
me
,
gripped
by
some
unnamed
emotion
.
“
What
’
s
wrong
?
”
I
breathe
.
“
I
’
m
so
glad
you
’
re
back
.
Shower
with
me
—
now
.
”
I
can
’
t
decide
if
it
’
s
a
request
or
a
command
.
“
Yes
,
”
I
whisper
,
and
he
grabs
my
hand
,
leading
me
out
of
the
big
room
into
his
bedroom
to
his
bathroom
.
Once
there
,
he
releases
me
and
turns
the
water
on
in
the
far
-
too
-
spacious
shower
.
Spinning
around
slowly
,
he
gazes
at
me
,
eyes
hooded
.
“
I
like
your
skirt
.
It
’
s
very
short
,
”
he
says
,
his
voice
low
.
“
You
have
great
legs
.
”
