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down. He’s so tasty, and this is so very naughty. Hell’s fire, I’m burning up here.
    My eyes skim left to right. I know I’m alone, but shit I’m paranoid. What if there’s some secret way he will know I’m looking him up. I’m giving myself two minutes, just in-case there is some kind of tracking device in space, picking up my signal. I’d say two minutes before I break the link, is a reasonable amount of time for me to remain anonymous. 
    I turn back to him with an unnerved flurry in my chest. He’s teasing me through cyberspace, and my god it’s working. I goggle, with my mouth ajar.
    Perhaps you should read now Liz, time is ticking.
    So, he’s an orphan, raised by a foster family in Washington DC. Thankfully, a happy tale. He was brought up in a loving home with supportive parents, and had a cat called Theo. He moved from his home and overseas to study. Travelled the world, returned, and began to conquer it. He’s a private person, and this is the only interview he’s ever done. This pretty much wraps Mr Knight up in one. But I find it extremely hazy, there’s just no detail. It’s not the greatest article. The only good thing about it is the picture that I can’t tear my eyes from.   
    I leap off my bed and open the drawer he’s been hiding in. I pull out the glossy black card which has his name printed in gold. It’s a flashy card. A card that says, I’m the best you’ll ever have . And looking at that picture of him on my laptop, I’m in total agreement. 
    I brush my thumb over his embossed name and sit on the edge of my mattress. It squeaks loud and makes me jump. I tap the card on my hand, and blow out the nerves. How has he invoked this inferno in me; these emotions in me? And the god awful need for something, I haven’t needed in a long time.   
    So you’re either going to call, and use you seductive intellect to lure him to you. Or put him back in the open drawer Liz. You have until your chest erupts to decide.
    I take my Sony M2 from my bedside table. I touch the keypad and twiddle the card. Okay, here goes. I look down at his name. Even that makes my gut hurtle. Very slow, I type in his number. I hover my finger over the green bar, tap the screen, and screw up my eyes. It rings, and rings, and with each tone I lose the ability to move. The tone stops. Silence. Shit!
    “Hello,” I utter.
    ‘This is the messaging service. ’ Good god, no Liz, do not do it. ‘For Mr Knight, who is currently unavailable, please leave your name and number after the tone.’ 
    The tone goes, and there’s a dreadful long hush. I don’t say a single word, and end up juggling with my mobile so it drops out of my hand, and lands on my bed. 
    “Crap!” I punch end call several times.
    Balls. Now he might call me back. One-four-seven-one, Liz, did you not think of that?  
    I tell myself, if my stupid phone rings tonight and it’s an unknown number, I will not answer. I’m going to deny all knowledge of my impulsive actions.
    There’s a knock on my bedroom door and it opens. Cate pops her head in. I dive on my bed, and slam down the lid of my laptop before she see Mr Knight posing sexily on my duvet. I flush all hot, and blow out loudly.
    “Oh my god Liz!” She squeals.
    Oh great. Here we go, she saw didn’t she. 
    “Are you cyberstalking Mr Knight?”
    I drink down the guilty bump in my throat. There’s just no getting out of this. I’m going to have to put a deadbolt on my bedroom door to stop her bursting in whenever she feels like it.
    She smiles brazenly, and picks up the card from my bed. Her eyes grow huge, and with a gaping mouth she glares, waiting for me to spill the beans.
    “Sweetheart.” She sits on my bed. “Tell me all about it.”
    Oh this is just fabulous. She has her big sister head on. She’s always been the same. Agony aunt, whether I need one or not. I sit up straight with a sigh. Maybe talking will help. Or not. Either way, I have no choice.
    “He gave you