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the bartender. “Add a $50 tip to that…just in case I wind up naked in a ditch somewhere.   You’re my only witness here.”  
    George grinned appreciatively, more so at the tip than the joke. Natalie just rolled her eyes.  
    What in the world was she doing?
    Jake gave her one last look, the question in his face asking her if she was really up for this?
    Was she?  
    She looked him over again. He seemed harmless enough.   Of course, that’s just how serial killers got to their victims. Maybe even George was in on it.   What if they were a team and….
    Oh good grief, Natalie! she thought to herself.  
    This was getting ridiculous.  
    The jitters were to be expected. She hadn’t been with anyone other than Malcolm in over two years. Even with him, it had been…goodness, who knew how long?  
    She was pretty much due.   And to be honest, it probably couldn’t get much better than this, she thought, looking him over again.  
    Why not have a bit of harmless fun?  
    She nodded at him and followed him out towards the elevators. He pressed the up button and they both waited there in awkward silence. All of a sudden they were like a couple of nervous teenagers preparing for their first time. They eyed one another out of the corner of their eyes.  
    Natalie actually jumped a bit when the indicator lit up with a ding. He held the door and waved his hand in: after you. She took a deep breath and went inside.  
    She leaned against the bar running across the back of the elevator, watching as he pressed the button for the top floor. Interesting. Then again, a guy who could afford a thousand dollar bottle of whiskey could probably afford a penthouse room.  
    He leaned against the wall near the doors as they closed.   With his arms crossed over his chest, he looked down at her. Definitely over 6 feet. 6’ 2”?  
    “So what are you reading?” he asked looking down at the e-reader in her hand.  
    It would be a cold day in hell before she gave an honest answer to that.   The ribald adventures of Scarlett and Blade? Yeah, no. She decided to play with him instead.  
    “I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you,” she said smirking at him.  
    He bowed his head with a smile. “I deserve that I suppose,” he said.  
    “You tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine,” she went on.  
    Aghast, she immediately looked to the corner of the elevator twisting her mouth and bringing her eyebrows down in a look of self-castigation. Not only did that statement border on the obvious…he might actually take her up on it.
    She was a bit intimidated by the fact that he was a bona fide author. She felt silly enough being a librarian and complete bibliophile who had never even heard of his books. His work was either too high-brow or too low-brow to fall on her radar. Looking at him, he didn’t seem to fit either image. He was definitely a serious man with a wee bit of baggage hiding underneath the surface. On the other hand, he knew how to crack a joke and tease in just the right mode.  
    So, no, Thrust would remain her little secret. She brought the e-reader up to her chest protectively.
    “That juicy, huh?” he said, reading every word written across her face.  
    Just as she was wondering when the damn elevator would stop, a ding rung out and the doors slid open. The hallway on this floor had far fewer doors lining it. She followed him to the door at the very end of the hall. A moment of lucidity hit her and a tiny bit of apprehension shot through her body as he slid his card into the slot on the door.  
    Any negative thoughts were immediately highjacked by the awe that hit her as she walked through the door. It wasn’t a room, it was more like an entire apartment. There was a small living room with an adjoining dining area. Next to that was an open area with a large desk in front of a picture window. Actually, the living room looked like more of a cozy but spacious den, if that was possible.   Good feng shui,