My phone rings again, and I see the screen flash ‘Killer'. I know I should answer it, but I put it on flight mode. All the while I watch her, the rise and fall of her chest, the slight flush on her cheekbones, the way her hair drapes around her face. She is exquisite, and I am certain many men would gape when they laid eyes on her.

She's nervous, and I don't want her to think about anything rational right now.

Her.

Me.

Us.

I walk across the room, putting a few ...