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slowly to the end and parked up.
    She had barely unbuckled when Jensen opened her door and offered his hand.
    “Thank you,” she said quietly and accepted.
    Where on earth is he taking me ? she wondered as they walked together towards an elevator. There was a window next to the doors, as they approached a large man appeared and murmured.
    “ Mr. Altman.”
    Jensen nodded to him as the lift doors slid open.
    “Jensen, where are we going?” Rin asked again as the lift doors closed behind them.
    “Well,” he stated, as he leaned forward and pressed the highest button on a panel of about thirty. “Where I had wanted to take you, just isn’t possible.”
    The lift began to move up and felt like it was accelerating.
    “I still wanted you to experience the food,” he continued. “The compromise is the setting.”
    The lift slowed to a stop , and at the chime the doors opened to a short corridor with a single door at the end. Jensen strode out taking a small bunch of keys from his pocket. Rin looked about her, unsure of what to expect and followed him towards the door.
    “Come on in ,” he called over his shoulder as the door opened. Rin stepped into a lavish lounge room with a wall of windows and a breath-taking view of the city lights in the early evening.
    This must be Jensen’s home , Rin thought.
    The room was furnished in neutral colours, mixed with caramel and chocolate brown, sofas gathered around a large low glass table were scattered with soft looking pillows and there were exotic house plants gathered here and there. The effect was comfortable but stylish, not how she would have imagined his personal space.
    “Wow !” she breathed as she stepped to the windows. “What a fantastic view.”
    “You should see the sunset from up here ,” he said from behind her.
    “If I had picked you up on time, you probably would have ,” he added.
    Rin turned from the window to find Jensen watching her from where he le aned against the back of a sofa.
    “That was almost an apology?” S he smiled. He had removed his jacket; the long-sleeve T-shirt he wore defined every muscle in his crossed arms. She longed to touch them.
    He smiled back at her making butterflies blossom in her stomach and drawing her nearer as if being pulled by a string.
    “Y eah, I’m sorry I was late; mum asked me to run some errands for her, which took longer than I anticipated. However, that was entirely my fault; I don’t expect your forgiveness to be given so easily of course,” he said as he shifted weight.
    “I’m all set to ea rn it though. Are you hungry?” he asked as he motioned to her to follow him through one of the doorways.
     

 
    Chapter 9
     
     
    T hey entered the brightly lit kitchen diner; the large table was already laid. The food aroma hit them, and suddenly Jensen was ravenous.
    He heard Rin exclaim, “Oh my gosh that smell’s amazing! I cannot even remember when I last ate. It’s been such a crazy day,” she stated as she brushed past him.
    “Yeah tell me about it . It has been a long and emotional one,” he replied as he reached the kitchen area and produced two glasses and an ice bucket.
    “Care for a drink?” he asked placing the glasses onto the table.
    Rin took a seat and watched as he moved about the kitchen filling the bucket and selecting a bottle.
    She looks good enough to eat Jensen thought as he leaned over her to pour the drinks. He had noticed as soon as she had removed the large scarf from around her shoulders that the neckline of the long top she wore was sufficiently accommodating to have a sneaky peek at the enticing curve of her breast. From above her, as he was right now, the view was glorious.
    “ So, I hope you like Italian food?” Jensen said as he uncorked the bottle. Going back to the kitchen, he opened the oven and removed the dishes warming within, serving up two platefuls and then readied a basket of breads.
    The food was delicious, as he had promised, he could tell Rin was