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her.
                  "Come on, I'll take you to work."
                  "What are you doing here?"
                  "Justin."
                  She rolled her eyes and repeated herself.
                  "What are you doing here, Justin?"
                  "I was in the neighborhood."
                  She looked skeptical to say the least. But she accepted his hand and allowed him to guide her into the limo. Once they were inside he handed her a large box.              Now she really looked skeptical.
                  Not that he blamed her.             
                  "What's this?"
                  "That's for you."
                  "I can't accept this."
                  "Just open it."
                  She hesitated.
                  "Please. I can't have you getting sick if we are working together."
                  She just sat there so he leaned over, getting a nice whiff of her scent. She smelled delicious. Like nothing and everything at the same time. She wasn't wearing perfume. It was just soap. And her.
                  He took his time opening the box on her lap, imagining that he was opening her up. Unbuttoning her blouse… the top button of her skirt… her bra.
                  He leaned back, covering his lap with the flaps of his own wool coat. He was hard. And he hadn't even touched her.
                  Yet.
                  Her eyes widened as she stared at the dark purple wool coat. It was trench coat style, reaching below the knees with a belt and a wide lapel. There was an extremely thin layer of super warm insulation that could be zipped in or out.
                  To say that it was a very expensive coat was an understatement. But there was something about the girl that screamed Tahari to him. He knew she'd look good in the coat and anything else from the line.
                  Not just good. Phennominal.
                  "Oh Justin… it's beautiful."
                  "Don't say you can't accept it. I can't return it anyway. Here, try it on."
                  She smiled at him in disbelief and turned to allow him to slip it over her shoulders. He got even closer to her this time. He inhaled again, having trouble concentrating on what he was doing.
                  She turned around and his breath caught at the look in her eyes. She looked like a little girl on Christmas who just couldn't believe her luck.
                  Suddenly, neither could he.
                  "Oh, it's so warm."
                  She bit her lip.
                  "Are you sure you can't return it?"
                  He shook his head and laughed.
                  "What is it?"
                  "I can't return the Fendi back pack I got you either."
                  Her jaw dropped and then she started to laugh too.
                  "You didn't!"
                  He shrugged.
                  "It's in the trunk."
                  "You are incorrigible!"
                  "Why, because I bought a gift for a friend? I want you to be warm Cerise."
                  "Oh."
                  "What is it?"
                  "That's nice. That you called me your friend."
                  He leaned over and took her hand.
                  "Well, I am aren't I?"
                  She nodded and smiled at him shyly.
                  That shy smile pierced his heart.
                  And that was it. He was a goner.
     
     
     
     
     
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                  Cerise was having trouble focusing