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minutes.” The man sounds anxious.
    “All right, thank you.” Mr. Miller closes the concealed door then turns to me.  
    “Are you all right?” His eyes searching mine, probably looking for signs of panic.  
    “I’m fine.” my voice low and shaky.  
    God, I hate small dark places.
    I try to calm myself and after a few moments, my breathing normalizes a bit.  
    “Shall we sit?” I ask Mr. Miller because my legs are starting to buckle.  
    Mr. Miller nods and we settle down on the floor. I sweep my legs to the side and he stretches his long ones, out in front of him. I put my cell on the floor next to me, pointing the screen up, so the light hits the ceiling and then bounces off to the walls, enveloping us with dim light.  
    We’re still holding hands. I notice now that Mr. Miller’s thumb is stroking my knuckles softly. I find this small gesture very comforting and seducing at the same time, and I don’t dare to move my hand. Mr. Miller’s reverent touch makes my heart flutter and I’m confused at my reaction. He’s barely touching me but I feel calm and yet completely turned on and attuned to him.
    “Can I ask you something?” Mr. Miller interrupts my silent observation.
    “Yes, of course.” I say intrigued.  
    Mr. Miller’s eyes look almost black, like the sea at night.
    “Are you dating anyone?” his voice is low and curious.  
    My eyes widen, “Umm… no.” I hear my voice sounding more surprised than I intended.
    “I wanted to make sure that the traveling wouldn’t cause you a problem.” Mr. Miller shrugs .  
    Oh… so he’s not interested?  
    This man is so confusing. I don’t think I’ve ever had this type of resistance from any man… not that I should even think about this, he’s my boss. I frown slightly at my contradicting feelings, my heart and my body are saying, ‘Yes!’ but my brain is saying, ‘No!’
    “I see.” I mutter.  
    Mr. Miller looks down at our intertwined hands and a ghost of a smile touches his lips.
    “I haven’t held hands since I was sixteen.” He muses quietly.  
    I release a small giggle. “Yeah, it’s been a few years for me as well.”  
    I look into Mr. Miller’s eyes, finding them burning with a feeling I recognize. Longing… but for what?  
    I don’t know.  
    We sit there for a few minutes, but it feels like forever, holding hands in the dim light with our eyes locked. I feel so calm with him holding my hand, gazing down at me, it relaxes me. Mr. Miller’s thumb rhythmically brushes over my knuckles, soothing my uneasiness and stroking my desire. I’ve never felt this hedonic mix of emotions before. Being peaceful while burning with lust at the same time. I’ve never felt anything like this with any of my previous boyfriends.  
    He’s not your boyfriend.  
    Not yet. And at that moment, I decide.  
    I want him .  
    I don’t care that he’s my boss. I don’t care about his ‘friend’. I want to feel more of this with him, I want to capture this sensual, powerful man and make him mine.  
    Only mine.  
    All of a sudden, the elevator jolts back into life and the lights flash on. Our eyes squint, adjusting to the bright light. Mr. Miller rises then helps me up. The elevator reaches the garage level and only when the doors open, our hands let go. Immediately, my hand feels cold and bereft.  
    We step out, into the underground garage and he walks me to my car. When he sees it, he whistles.
    “Wow, that’s a nice car!” Mr. Miller sounds surprised.  
    “What, this old thing?” I tease.  
    Mr. Miller gives me a look that makes me laugh.
    “What can I say? I know my cars.”  
    “That you do.” Mr. Miller nods, as he looks at my car contently.  
    “Well… drive safely and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Mr. Miller smiles and holds out his hand.  
    I take it and shake it slowly.  
    “Tomorrow.” I smile.  
    I’m honestly excited.  
    I unlock my car and slide in. When I bring my baby to life, she purrs like a