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read. Mr. Miller is four years older than me. His father deceased, and one more detail that catches my attention, Mr. Miller has won the national piano competition when he was twelve.  
    He plays the piano… like me.
    I scroll down to the bottom of the page, finding a note uncle Boris wrote:
    ‘Your boss is a very private person and has spent a lot of money to keep it that way. From what I learned, he’s not a freak or a pervert. You should be fine, but watch your six, Katya.’
    Hmm… hiding something?  
    I deliberate, but then I remember what papa told me a long time ago, that we are protected, that no one could use our financial and private information against us. Maybe it’s the same for Mr. Miller he just wants some privacy. I close uncle Boris’s email and move to Mr. Miller’s.
    I need to be at the private jet hangar, number five, in LaGuardia airport at five thirty in the morning.  
    Five thirty? Ugh…  
    Fine. Pack for five days…  
    Five days to get to know Mr. Sensuality… while we’re sharing a suite… I’m in sexy hell.
    I call the Hilton Bentley hotel and double check with the receptionist that everything is in order. Once I’m done, I turn my computer off and grab my purse. I open the glass door and say goodbye to Mr. Miller.
    “I’m done, Mr. Miller. I’ll see you tomorrow.”  
    “Until tomorrow.” He smiles.
    I say bye to Rose and head to the elevator.  
    Not bad for a first day…
    The cheerful ‘ding’ announces the elevator car has arrived so I step inside and right before the doors close, a hand reaches out and stops them. It’s Mr. Miller. His smile pops out of nowhere and I forget how to breathe momentarily.  
    What on earth?
    Mr. Miller steps inside followed by another man. The man is short and somewhat overweight. His eyeglasses slide down to the tip of his nose as he frantically tries to locate something, a document I believe, in his leather briefcase. When the man finally finds the document he needed, he exhales loudly then embarrassed, looks at me and at Mr. Miller. We both give him a sympathetic smile. Moments later, the man departs.  
    It’s just Mr. Irresistible and me…  
    That compelling sexual attraction is there again, stronger than before. It’s rising and crackling between us, awakening every cell in my body. My skin tingles with Mr. Miller’s alluring proximity, my breaths come out longer as I try to keep a cool front, trying not showing any change in my bearing, when suddenly the elevator jerks and halts, almost knocking me off my feet. I find my equilibrium and look up at Mr. Miller, his eyes widen and he frowns.  
    “Wha…” and before I can finish the word, the lights flicker off.  
    We’re standing in complete darkness. Instinctively, I grab Mr. Miller’s forearm, gasping from the sudden loss of sight and feeling his rock hard muscles underneath his sleeve. I feel Mr. Miller’s hand moving to mine, winding our fingers together so we’re holding hands.  
    “This is probably the best time to tell you, I’m a little claustrophobic.” I whisper embarrassed and terrified.  
    “Oh… well, if it makes you feel better, being stuck in a dark elevator is not really my favorite thing to do.” Mr. Miller sounds calm.
    With my free hand, I take my cellphone out. I find the flashlight app and use my phone to illuminate the dark space.  
    “Point it here.” Mr. Miller orders.  
    I move the light to where he’s pointing. Mr. Miller opens a hidden door in the wall of the elevator and presses a single button on the flat surface.
    “Hello? This is Eric Miller. I’m in the north elevator. It’s stuck between the twenty-ninth and the thirtieth floor.”
    “Oh! Mr. Miller, we’re sorry about that. We’re conducting an inspection… I thought we closed that one, Jerry!” the man on the other line shouts at someone else.
    “I’m so very sorry about this Mr. Miller, we’re working on fixing it now, it shouldn’t take more than fifteen