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In the darkness I hear her ask, "You ca

"Okay," she says, the bedup an ar

"Hey baby-"

"Good night, Victor"

Jaht fro my eyes, and when she closes the door blackness blosso upward toward so toout follow, follow

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I’ht and chic steel beaeometric patterns etched on those chic steel bea myself, but I’ve apparently slept off what should have been a s: a rooe steel vase filled hite tulips, lots of gorgeous chrohtstand where a tiny black phone sits on a copy of next month’s Vanity Fair with To over the bed I open a steel blind and peer out at what looks like a reasonably fashionable London street, though I’m not quite sure where There are no clocks in the room so I have no idea what ti past the sun above the skylight suggests it’s not es but there aren’t any and a flicker of panic I think I can control starts spreading and I wash it off in the shower adjacent to the bedrooray tiles, and the bathtub Jaht is drained, melted candles on its rim, Kiehl’s products neatly lined up next to stainless-steel sinks I dry off and take a Ralph Lauren bathrobe hanging fro the door very slowly because I’ on what looks like the second floor of a three-story town house and everything is stark and functional and so open you can’t really hide anywhere I’ bedroo toward a staircase that will take me to the first floor, and the color scheme incorporates aqua and apple and cream but ash dominates-the color of chairs and couches and co the bleached oak floors-and then , I step into a huge open space divided in two by a series of tall steel columns and the floors are suddenly terrazzo and the s are just cubes of opaque glass There’s a dining area where Frank Gehry chairs surround a giant Budeiri granite table below diffused lighting There’s a sal by steel rods and the vintage refrigerator contains yogurt, various cheeses, a tin of unopened caviar, Evian, half a round of focaccia; and in a cupboard, Captain Crunch, bottles of wine The whole place see uncontrollably and there’s a profusion of cell phones piled on a fancy pink table and I’ Crows on a stereo coiant space in thetoward and as I turn a steel column what co-screen TV with the volued pinball ranite where two backga a USA Polo Sport sweatshirt and baggy gray shorts hiked up a little too high and he’s leaning over a co across the blue screen and on that desk is an Her out of it along with various s of caterpillars all over The guy turns around

"I a"

Startled, I just nod and murmur, "Yeah it’s cold, man"

He’s about six foot one with thick black hair cut very short and swept back, his i pink hue, and when I see those cheekbones I’reen eyes flash over at me and a bleachy white smile lifts up a chiseled jawline

"Please allowout a hand attached to ainvoluntarily I’ it "I’m Victor"