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The driver held the door open for Søren, but Kingsley entered the opposite side He sat there on the leather bench seat vibrating with nervous exciteenteel sophistication Through thethat separated the backseats froave the driver his instructions Søren was three weeks away frohteen, and the driver must have been fifty, but he bowed and scraped to Søren as if he were royalty
The driver closed theSøren closed the curtain And now, here, at last, they were alone in a Rolls Royce Kingsley hadn’t re, but somehow he’d found his way into heaven And heaven had a hand-stitched gray leather interior
"Don’t even think about it," Søren said as Kingsley pulled his coat and gloves off
"I’ht the lube"
"Kingsley, it’s not even five in theyet"
"You beatto wake you up"
"With your alarm cock?"
"Go back to sleep" Søren unbuttoned his coat and re drive ahead of us"
"In a Rolls Royce? This is nice You can pay for this?"
"My sister Elizabeth arranged this trip She’d go herself, but I’d prefer our father blame me for this than her For her sake, I hope he doesn’t find out at all"
"What are you doing?" Kingsley asked as Søren reached into his distressed leatherHe pulled out a file folder and a red pen
"Grading papers"
"Then I’ rade Spanish hoht he could get so Kingsley didn’t seesley stretched out his legs and balled up his jacket like a pillow But before he could find a sleeping spot, Søren grabbed hi stiff--every part of it
"Not there," Søren said He dragged Kingsley across the seat and across his lap "Sleep here I need a desk"
"Are you serious?"
"Deadly," Søren said, his tone dry and light, which was far roaned and turned on to his sto Søren his back to use a desk He stuffed his jacket under his head and tried to get coine and the early hour eventually lulled him into a deep and restful sleep even if he did have to contend with Søren’s thighs against his ribcage and the scratch of the pen against his back If he could ad Søren’s desk for hi used out of bed was a pleasant change of pace