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Chapter three:

My response is immediate. Okay. He reaches out. Our fingers link, and I grin as our palms touch and the hot tingles intensify and radiate throughout my body. My heart is pounding, like the first time I bungee jumped. I can't remember ever feeling like this. It isn't just that I'm excited. He makes it all seem new, as though I've never experienced sexual attraction or chemistry before.

We make our outside. He doesn't get his car or hail a taxi. Instead, he leads me down the sidewalk.

Where are we going? I ask, wondering if he lives close by.

The Alyster, he says as though the exclusive hotel is his backward pool. It's only a couple of blocks. He replied.

Another place I've never been to, even though I've lived in the city all my life. A uniformed doorman greets us, and the revolving door dumps us into a lobby glinting with marble and crystal. There's some kind of abstract bronze sculpture in the center.

Travis goes to the front desk. Since we agreed to keep it anonymous, I stay far enough away that I don't over hear his name.

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