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panther. Mr. Miller watches me as I pull out of the parking spot, making my turn to leave the garage and head home to the Archstone Clinton building.  
    What a day…
    “Laura? I’m home.” I call out.  
    Laura pops out of the kitchen, “Hi baby! How was your day?” she beams.  
    My first reaction is to smile back just as brightly and tell her all about my day, but I remember the question that’s been bugging me since that deliveryman entered my office. I put on my serious face and narrow my eyes at her.
    “Don’t baby me… I need to know, did papa ask you to come with me so you could keep tabs on me?”  
    Laura rolls her eyes, “Of course he did, Katya! He’s still you daddy. He wants to know his baby is ok.” She scolds me.
    “Oh…” I’m shocked.  
    My serious face slips and a small smile picks up at the corners of my mouth.
    “Yeah oh … come on, tell me about your day and I’ll warm dinner for you.”  
    We walk to the kitchen and I sit down at the breakfast table. Laura places dinner on the table for us and I start talking about my day. I tell her about seeing Julia and about Mr. Miller. I omit the fact that I find him insanely attractive, whatever happened in the elevator and the fact I want him all to myself. She’s has the hotline to my parents and that’s something I really don’t want them to find out. I’m very private regarding my love life, or at the moment the lack of. I do however tell her about the Miami trip. I don’t want my parents sending the National Guard and the Red Cross to locate and save me.  
    After devouring the mouthwatering fillet minion that was served with creamy mash potatoes, I head to my bedroom to pack.
    Bathing suits, huh?
    I find them in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I’ll take five of them. I move to pack some fitted business dresses I bought the day I got the job, a few separates, a few party dresses, stockings, underwear and bras. When I’m done and all packed, I head to the shower. I set my alarm to four thirty and flop down onto my bed. As I start drifting into a deep sleep, my mind goes over this unexpected day. The last thing I see before succumbing to exhaustion, are captivating turquoise eyes and intertwined hands.
    I wake up to Celine Dion, singing about ‘Falling Into You’. I hit the top of the clock and it quiets down. Groaning, I tear myself away from the comfort of my warm bed.  
    No one should be up this early.  
    After brushing my teeth, I head to my closet and for the first time in a while, I don’t know what to wear. I’ve never had to fly for business, since I’ve never worked.  
    What to wear?  
    I stand in front of my closet for ten minutes, browsing my clothes, finally picking black skinny jeans, a short sleeve V-neck, button-down ivory shirt and camel blazer. I keep my make-up very minimal, mascara and a touch of blush then I brush my hair and twist it into a low messy bun. I head to the kitchen and make myself a cup of black coffee. I need to wake up. I glance at my watch, its four fifty.  
    I’m going to be late!  
    I find a small thermos cup and pour my black coffee into it. I grab my black pumps, suitcase then I’m out the door.

CHAPTER FOUR

    I cruise smoothly on the I-495 E. There is no traffic, thank God. I find hangar number five, but there’s no one there except the airplane crew who are prepping the plane, that is positioned straight on the runway. I glance at my watch, its five twenty. I park my car and go back to my coffee. As I take my last sip, I notice a slick black Bentley effortlessly entering the parking area, parking right in front of my car. I look at the driver and recognize the man in a split second, its Mr. Miller. Unexpectedly, my heart starts beating out of my chest and I take a deep breath to calm it.  
    What the hell?  
    Why am I so affected by him? I never get like this. It’s really starting to scare me. Mr. Miller climbs out of his car and I do the same. When I notice he’s