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someone else in your life, or lots of someone elses?” I returned the
question.
    His
eyes narrowed. “Of course not. Why would I ask you out if there was someone
else?” He continued to stare at me, keeping me pressed right against him at eye
level.
    “I’m
not ready, I’m liking the space I’m in and…” My voice trailed off.
    He
didn’t look convinced, not one bit.
    “You’ve
been hurt,” he said, directly. I spluttered trying to come up with some form of
denial and he released me from his grip. “We can take this very slowly,
Sah-sha, I have all the time in the world,” he said.
    His
words calmed me and freaked me out in equal measure. All the time he watched me
saying nothing.
    “Everyone’s
been hurt,” I finally spluttered out, “I’m just having time out to focus on
work and my designing.”
    “Right,”
he said, again not looking at all convinced. “Are you going to offer me a drink
because I’d love a coffee, white with none.”
    “Nik,
would you like a coffee?” I asked.
    “Thanks Sah-sha, that would be great,” he said, with a smile. He picked me up at
the hips and lifted me down from the catwalk. So sexy, for fuck’s sake.
    I cleared my throat. “Have you
eaten?” I asked, knowing he wouldn’t have since he probably came straight over from
training.
    “No, I’m fading away, but I’ll
last until you send me home.”
    “Hell no. You got a nose bleed on
me last time. I’m not calling Doc to say this time you’ve collapsed from lack
of carbohydrates.” I waved a menu at him. “There’s a really good noodle place
around the corner that delivers; what do you think?”
    He grinned. “You want me to stay?
That’s sweet Sah-sha. I trust you to order.”
    I gave him a look that said don’t
make a habit of this buddy . He probably misread it to mean I can’t wait
to feed you noodles —we weren’t really good with the comprehension. I
flicked the kettle on and dialed the noodle bar whose number was in my phone.
    “Anything you don’t eat?” I asked.
    “I’ll taste anything,” he said,
rising to join me in the kitchen. Again with the sexual reference, and now all
I could think about was his tongue. When I pulled my gaze away from his mouth,
I pointed to the cupboard and he found two coffee mugs. I waited on hold, and
directed him to a Lady Grey tea bag for me and the coffee for him. I wondered
if he knew that what he was saying was suggestive… the noodle bar answered
their telephone.
    “Hi Yuki, yeah it’s me. Yes the
usual please plus I’ve got a friend here so can I also get the Teriyaki Chicken
with thick egg noodles, and the Mongolian Beef with the same and a serve of steamed
dim sims and the dumplings, plus two house salads with low fat dressing,
thanks. Yeah… he’s very hungry. No, he’s not fat, yet. Thanks Yuki.” I hung up.
    “You’ve got a friend here, huh?” Nik
pulled the tea bag out. “You hurt me Sah-sha.”
    “Boo hoo, you,” I said, and thanking
him took my tea.
    He stood about an inch from me.
“Sah-sha.” He said my name followed by a noise of sheer exasperation. I thought
he was about to put me over his knee next and smack me for being naughty. He
took a deep breath, getting his frustration under control, finished stirring milk
in his coffee and moved back to the window. I joined him, taking the sofa while
he took the windowsill. Prada watched, perched above.
    “Now you know my family structure,
tell me about yours,” I prodded.
    I hit a nerve; Nik stiffened and I
saw walls shutting down all around him. I could almost hear them clanking and
locking in place.
    “Nothing to tell, Sah-sha, no
brothers or sisters. Speaking of which, you’re
clearly not identical to your twin sister,” he said. Interesting segue. I
wondered what the story was there. He wouldn’t get away with that though,
research is my middle name. Actually it’s Elizabeth, but you get my drift.
    I
thought about my sister and me, and how we were anything but identical.