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. I was just thinking.’ ‘Okay . . .’ He cleared his throat as he pulled away, looking nervous and awkward now, and a lock of his dirty blonde hair fell across his eyes. His blue green orbs sparkled and I wondered strongly, what the hell he was thinking. ‘When do you want me to come over tonight?’ ‘Oh . . . I . . . Uhhh . . .’ I did not even think of that. Good think I wasn’t crying any more, otherwise I would look more pathetic. His brow went up questionably and the side of his mouth quirked up to form a lopsided grin. ‘How ’bout around six o’clock?’ ‘Perfect!’ Then I thought of something, my parent’s didn’t think of. ‘What would you like to eat?’ He chuckled softly, ‘I’ll eat anything . . .’ He answered simply. ‘Steak?’ ‘Mmmmmm . . .’ He muttered approvingly. ‘I haven’t had that for a while. Yeah, see ya around six.’ He then back away, winking with a grin on his face. I then turned away with a smile on my face, the horrid nightmare forgotten thanks to him. I then felt Sylar’s. She made a mental note to keep at least one of them free after nine o’clock. Another girlfriend had told her of a place that catered very nicely for women either on the premises or in their hotel room. They had gone there together one evening for a drink and it was exceptionally nice and very expensive. Her girlfriend had stayed on at the place for a heavy massage but Em excused herself because of an early start to the business day next morning. In any case, she thought, she rather favoured the hotel room option. Before leaving she booked a three-hour out call session for nine o’clock three evenings hence, the second last night of her stay, and paid a steep deposit. They told her that Emil, who freelanced for them and was from Argentina, would be her masseur. He would arrive at her hotel at eight-fifty and call from the lobby. On the appointed evening Em was back in her suite by seven, had dined-in room by eight, bathed, perfumed and powdered by eight-thirty, and was in her.
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