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again. I felt just like a rag doll, completely at his mercy, he could do anything he wanted with me. He dried me off, put on my robe and brought me back to bed.
    We stayed stretched out like that, side by side, me on my back, him on his side. He caressed my hair in absolute silence. I didn't think about anything else but him, his body, me, my body, his heat, his presence. Nothing else mattered to me.
    All of a sudden he let go of a lock of my hair and said:
    “It's getting late, you shouldn't be late for your 11am class (wow, he had asked for my schedule at the university?) Get dressed, I had your clothes brought back up. Meet me downstairs in the lounge by the concierge's desk, we'll have breakfast.”
    I didn't have the time to say thanks before he disappeared. How could he be so present, so close one moment and then become so distant the next moment? He blew hot and cold at the same time, I didn't know what to be prepared for. Moreover, I couldn't predict any of his reactions. Everything about him was a surprise, amazing, something new. What a person, what a personality, what a peculiar man! Everything that I felt was so extreme that I couldn't analyse it. I was under his charm, that was for sure. He was attentive, cultivated, funny, interesting, handsome (as a God), rich (okay, that was just an accessory though)...and what a huge penis! He had made me feel more sensations in two days than all of my little boyfriends and erotic dreams combined. However, something inside of me, something imperceptible, wasn't completely comfortable with this. I could see a few red flags, that I hurried to get rid of. He was going to take a plane back to New York. That was a pretty big red flag, right? I immediately banished the idea of him leaving from my head. We weren't there yet. He was here, in flesh and blood, and was waiting for me at breakfast.
    They'd brought up my clothes? Obviously, he had thought of everything, once again! I couldn't wear the sheath dress to school.
    I went into the empty parlour and picked up the clothes laid out on an armchair: a pair of jeans, a women's undershirt, an opal green angora sweater, satin underwear. I didn't even think about where he had found these or where he had gone to get them. It wasn't worth thinking about. And besides, I didn't really care. I touched the sweater, it was extremely soft, the knickers and bra were just the right type of undergarments – not too sexy, but not too frumpy either!
    But there were no shoes, I noticed while getting dressed. Hey, this isn't like him! I put on my pumps from the night before and left the suite with a shaky step.
    I soon found the room where breakfast was being served. There were servers bustling about everywhere! It was a ballet of coffee pots, teapots and coloured plates. However, only a dozen of the tables were occupied. I immediately found Sacha – my Sacha – at the back of the room. His back was turned to everyone as he read the newspaper.
    I came towards him and twisted my ankle while walking to the table! I caught myself on the back of his chair.
    “Ooops, these heels really aren't for me!” I said, giggling and sliding into my seat.
    “I like women wearing heels, they shouldn't be allowed to walk with anything else on their feet,” he said, without even lifting his eyes from the newspaper.
    Why was he suddenly so cold? He seemed to be annoyed. He wanted heels, he was going to have heels, if that was the only thing that was going to make him happy. I shrugged my shoulders. A server came with a cup of tea for me. Why didn't he offer me any coffee? A mystery. Another blow from Mr. Sacha, the crazy man who organises everything in his path. I took a piece of toast as if nothing was wrong and started to spread butter on it, then, to let him know that his attitude was rather impolite, I asked him:
    “So what's the news this morning? Anything good? The stock exchange? The weather? Your horoscope?”
    He raised his head, amused. He didn't seem