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’~Oh, yes,’ replied Melanie ’I ht credentials!

’Many congratulations,’ said Abel

’I divorced hie settle pleased ’More cha to seduce me, Abel?’

’Not before you’ve finished your soup, Melanie Even first - gener - ation Polish ih I ’

’Then I must wam you, Abel, I haven’t slept with another h No lack of offers, but no one’s been quite right Too h affection!

After s lamb, cr~me brulee and a pre - war Mouton Rothschild, they had both thoroughly reviewed their lives since their last , ’Coffee in the penthouse, Melanie?’

’Do I have any choice, after such an excellent hed and escorted her out of the dining roohtly on her high heels as she entered Abel touched the button marked ’fortytwo’ Melanie looked up at the numbers as they ticked by

Why no twelfth floor?’ she asked innocently Abel could not find the worx1s to reply

’The last tiain

’Don’t re his own vulnerability As they stepped out of the lift on the forty - sec, ond floor, the bellhop opened the door of his suite

’Good God,’ said Melanie, as her eyes swept round the inside of the penthouse for the first time ’I must say, Abel, you’ve learned how to adjust to the style of aant in my life’

A knock at the door stopped Abel as he was about to reach out for her A young waiter appeared with a pot of coffee and a bottle of R&ny Martin

’Fhank you Mike,’ said Abel ’That will be all for tonight!