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the room, the largest sectional I had ever seen.
    All I could do was look around, and with every turn and every glance I took, I was more and more in love with what I saw. This was living the life, and Blake Hunter was making the most out of it.
    “ You live here alone?” I asked.
    “ Yes. It can be a little big sometimes, but when you fill the space with good people it tends to feel a little less cold and a little warmer,” he said as he looked at me.
    I walked over to the couch before running my fingers along the sheepskin blanket draped over the back. I didn’t think I had ever felt anything so soft in my entire life. It felt as if it was a buttery cloud and my fingers were just gliding through it.
    “ Would you like something to drink? I have…everything,” Blake said.
    “ I probably shouldn’t, especially after that wine at the restaurant,” I said.
    “ It doesn’t have to be alcoholic, you know. How about a sparkling water with lemon?” he asked.
    “ Okay, that sounds nice,” I said with a smile.
    Blake went into the kitchen as I walked over to the two-story window in his living room and looked out over the city. I couldn’t hear a single note of what was happening outside, even though there were cars and people aplenty. I couldn’t imagine the soundproofing he had on this place.
    “ Here you are,” he said, handing me my drink.
    “ Thank you,” I said, taking a sip.
    I felt the bubbles fizzle against my tongue as Blake took a sip of his own drink. I had to admit I didn’t care for mine, and I wasn’t a fan of sparkling water, but I guessed I was just so entranced by his home that I didn’t even realize he’d offered it to me. I guessed I liked my water flat, not fizzy.
    “ The sky looks beautiful tonight,” I said, as I turned back around and looked out the window.
    “ I’ve seen prettier,” he said, and I felt his hand against the small of my back.
    With a few little butterflies tickling my stomach, I stood up straight and tried to keep myself composed.
    “ Oh yeah? On one of your trips?” I asked.
    “ No,” he said, in a curt tone. “Right now.”
    I turned to look at him. His eyes were already locked on mine before I could prepare myself. Why was he doing this? Why was he talking like this? I thought this was supposed to be a business dinner to discuss my internship, not a…well…date.
    He did have a charm and essence to him that couldn’t be described by normal words. He was an enigma of the male species and even though he was, or could be, my boss, I couldn’t seem to help myself. I had experienced a dry spell for so long, and let’s face it, he was hot. He was habanero hot.
    “ Look at the time. It’s getting late. I should probably show you my literature collection before you have to go. I know you wanted to get home early tonight,” he said, as his hand disappeared from my back.
    I bit my lower lip as he turned around and followed him to a set of large spiral stairs that were each lit up. We walked up the dark wood stairs and I trailed behind, each step of my heels producing a loud clack that resonated through his apartment. When we got to the second floor, I noticed that it seemed to be just as large, if not larger, than the first floor.
    He didn’t say a word as I followed him down the hallway and to the very last room on the right. The door, which was painted but didn’t look like wood, had an intimidating appearance. Blake knocked at three different random locations on the door before to the left of it, a panel slid open. A blue gel-like pad was there, and with a quick smile, Blake pressed his left hand against it and rolled it up and down gently.
    The pad glowed green and the door unlocked before he pushed it open. As we walked in I looked at the door, which was at least four inches thick, before it closed on its own.
    “ What’s all this?” I asked, pointing at it.
    “ What? You didn’t think I’d leave my valuable ancient books on any old Swedish-made