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tell anyone about this but I even paid some crook 1K to hypnotize me. I should just give it up and accept I'm an addict.” I looked down and crossed my arms over my chest. “I don't want to be a messy wench who falls apart because she doesn’t have her nicotine fix. At least when I smoke I go back to my normal self.”
    Thomas nodded with understanding. I read some sympathy in his gaze and felt grateful he didn't say anything more. That was another reason I missed him so much as my assistant. He always knew what to say and when to stay silent.
    Just as well as he knew when to read my thoughts.
    “When are you going to accept my invitation, Lina?” Who knew why, but each time he uttered my name with his soft, calm voice, it made me feel warm and I melted on the inside. “It's been four years since I bought the house and you never came to see it.”
    “I'm not sure it's a good idea.”
    “Just for an hour or so. We will have some wine and talk about life outside of ChaosTech.” He moved closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. “You know what? Just come tonight. 8.30 PM. I won't take no for an answer this time.”
    The warmth of his steady fingers through the silk of my blouse was like the kiss of the sunbeams – subtle yet palpable. I stared into his gentle eyes and reasoned that nothing bad would happen if I saw him outside of work. It dawned on me how much I missed our talks after business hours. They used to happen due to extra work or when he stayed to practice his coding skills. The pleasant company was more of a bonus. How would I handle spending time with Thomas in a casual environment?
    “Seriously, you could find better ways to have fun on a Friday night.” I used the voice of a well-intentioned schoolteacher. “Why not invite some pretty girl instead of having wine with an old woman?”
    “Shh!” He squeezed my shoulder tighter and shook his head in disapproval. “I don't want to hear any of this “old woman” crap anymore. You're in your prime. Now, if you're done poisoning yourself, I suggest we go back inside. You’ll knock ‘em dead this afternoon. I’ll expect you to join me tonight for some of your favorite wine.” Thomas let go of me and gave me a playful wink. “Who knows, we may make a tradition out of this. See you around, boss. I'll text you the address.”
    He walked away from the fire escape and left me alone with my confused emotions. A little innocent drink wouldn't hurt, would it? Maybe it would be good if I weren't alone tonight.
    I cleaned up after myself and went back inside, refreshed and ready for battle. As I walked past the Android/iOS department, I caught sight of Thomas talking to one of our new employees, a beautiful girl and a promising designer. He was leaning next to her desk, pointing at the computer screen. She was glowing and laughing at something he said.
    I shook my head and once again, I wondered how he did it. Quite a change from the awkward, skinny kid with weird hair who showed up at my office for an interview all those years ago.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
    Thomas
     
    The moment I first laid eyes on Lina Riley, she became etched in my memory like a stamp. I could evoke the exact sensations that passed through my body during that August afternoon seven years ago. The incandescence spread through me and completely wiped away my intelligence and logic. The civilized behavior cultivated in my psyche from an early age faded away in favor of a primal heat wave of lust. Even today, I had no idea how I succeeded in restraining my desires, so powerful they could break the inhibitions of a monk. True, I had been a horny teenager during our first meeting, a virgin at the age of eighteen. Still, my usual fantasies and lust were nothing compared to my painful attraction to her. I’d wanted her since the moment we said hello.
    The idea that our lives were determined by forces higher than ourselves made me roll my eyes. I believed we forged our own luck