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Favian’s voice was gentle as if he was speaking to an old friend instead of someone who worked for him. Adira looked at the older man who had a kind, small smile and instantly warmed to him.
    “You know me, Favian. I need to make sure you get home okay.” Mason grinned.
    “This is Adira Potts from London. We’re going to set up and watch a movie,” Favian said.
    “I’ll get you two some drinks and popcorn,” Mason said.
    “No, you go on home to Suzie. I’ll see you in the morning,” Favian said. “Give her a kiss for me.”
    Mason nodded. “I’ll definitely do so.”
    They stepped inside and Adira looked around in surprise. The house had a comfortable homey feel mixed with a contemporary look. Hardwood floors and soft cream carpets, the staircase spiraled upwards for three floors. The walls were covered with pictures of bridges, rivers, Central Park and more. They were beautifully done and framed in rich red wood—the same as the furniture—complimenting the décor nicely.
    “Who took the pictures?” she asked after he closed the door behind Mason.
    “It’s a hobby of mine,” Favian admitted. “Do you like them?”
    “They are wonderful. You have a really good eye.” Adira smiled.
    He held out his hand to her. “I hope I do.”
    His words implied so much more, and she ducked her head shyly as they walked down the hall. He told her about the house, which had three bedrooms on the top floor, two on the ground floor. His master bedroom was on the second floor along with his office and another empty room. The house in its entirety was amazing, including the kitchen which was stainless steel, bamboo, and marble throughout. They settled in his family room in front of the massive flat screen TV that practically took up one entire wall. They decided on the newest James Bond movie that had just been released.
    “So is Mason your butler?” she asked casually. “I thought we only had that in the UK.”
    “Butler, no. He looks after the house for me. His wife Suzie cooks when I’m not in the mood to,” Favian explained. “When we were growing up Mason and his wife owned the Bodega in our neighborhood. I thought I was Mr. Badass and hung out with some people I shouldn’t have. I stole from his store, helped vandalize it and worked there for a year to pay off what I did.” He pulled a blanket of out a leather chest in one corner of the room and pulled it over them. “My father insisted on it since he and Mason were friends. I learned a lot that year, especially how to appreciate the hard work some people put into their jobs and lives, like what my mother and father had taken on. In the end, when my parents died and I took over, Mason and Suzie had retired and sold their store. I asked them to come work for me and set them up in a nice apartment in the neighborhood.”
    “So you were a bad boy.” Adira nudged him with her shoulder teasingly.
    “Adira, could it be you like bad boys? Should I show up and take you to a picnic on the back of my bike?” Favian chuckled.
    She turned to him excitedly. “You own a motorbike? How exciting. Would you really let me ride on it?”
    He laughed, a rich sound that was pleasant to the ears. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or wrap you in silk and put you on a shelf.”
    “I’d rather you kiss me.” Adira snapped her mouth shut. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
    “Why not?” His voice had become low and husky.
    “I don’t take risks. I go to work, go home, watch the occasionally movie. I’m really simple and kind of bland—”
    He cut her words off with a kiss and she made a sound of surprise before the one of pleasure that followed. His kiss was like an electric zing against her mouth. He tempted her mouth open with a gentle caress of his tongue across her lip. Adira shivered and moaned and when she did, he slipped his tongue inside and this time the sound of pure pleasure came from him.
    He lifted his head. “ Mi querida , you taste