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angry with you, but you were just trying to help me.” Placing down the toast she stood next to him. “I don’t like losing control, just as much as you. I don’t like depending on others. But, it’s not all bad.” She reached up and did what she had wanted to do since turning in the hall, and placed her hands on his chest.
                  The heat almost seared her fingertips. She stepped closer automatically as her breath quickened.
                  She felt his heart speed up as his muscles rose and fell increasingly under her palm. Her eyes traveled from his navel up over hard ridges until she met the clenching chords in his neck.
                  They seemed to gravitate towards each other. His gaze turned intense and she heard a deep rumbling growl from his mouth. Stacy knew she was lost when she felt his hands encircle her.
                  Slapping him hard on the chest she pulled away enough to gasp out, “I still won’t be your mistress.” Before he drove her back to the brink.
     
    ***
     
    Stacy never did leave that day or the next, or the next. A full week passed as they went about each day as if they had been together all their lives. Mornings rolled in. He read the paper and she helped Sam in the kitchen, to give Horatius something different from dry toast. She loved to sit back watching the City roll by during their trip to work. Talking about benign things such as what they would have for dinner or something they had watched the previous night on TV.
                  At work, Horatius was the definition of professional and Stacy’s initial worry over staff gossip and working with Horatius passed within days and new gossip took over.
                  However, in the evening it was becoming ever increasingly difficult to curb the passion, that emanated from every look. Every brush and as for the kisses, Stacy sighed.
                  She looked across at Horatius sprawled on the sofa finishing a deal in another time zone. Remembering the previous night and just how far things had gone, on that sofa, sent a blush to her cheek. Yet Stacy was no closer to discovering the man underneath the persona and she feared another kissing session, would lead her to regret falling for someone she didn’t truly know. Although she was afraid of getting close she felt driven by a force out with her control, to get close to him and not just physically.
     
    The weekend came at last and Stacy anticipated it as much as she dreaded it. No work distractions, no time apart. Would the conversation die a slow painful death, she worried at her lip, sitting opposite Horatius while he read the paper.
                  “Do you want to go shopping?” He asked not looking up from the business sheets.
                  Stacy picked her reply carefully and made it vague, “Maybe.”
    He did look up then and his puzzled look made her laugh. It was so rare to see him confused, it truly was funny.
                  His look didn’t last as he lifted a brow and set the paper aside. “I ask because I had hoped you were free to come with me.”
                  “To where?” She didn’t know why she was asking. He could be going to Timbuktu and she would go with him.
                  “No where in particular. The park perhaps.” She could hear the ticking of the oven clock as the air thickened. “But if you want to shop, I will get the security to go with you.”
                  “No!” She practically jumped off her seat in answer. “No. That’s okay, I don’t need to shop and I was kind of looking forward to some time without my shadows behind me.”
                  The past week had consisted of Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum following her like her own shadow and her nicknames were becoming increasingly insulting. Horatius seamed to be amused by her eloquent descriptions