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Hannah and I shuffled out of the train car and into the bustling station. It was rush hour, so the crowds were pretty massive. Hannah walked faster than me, but there was no way I was going to lose her. I thought about reaching out for her hand as she expertly slithered through the station, but thought it would be too forward. She glanced back at me a few times, smiling, just making sure I was still there. Being right here with her was the only thing I wanted right now.

We got out of the station and I saw Hannah's shoulders relax as we emerged into the morning sunlight. The unfiltered light made her look even more beautiful, highlighting the glittery blush on her cheekbones and the gleaming silver of her piercings.

"Glad we got out of that." I said.

"I know, I thought I'd lose you in the sea of commuters, Zoe…" Hannah looked at me, an eyebrow cocked.

Why this woman seemed to try harder and harder to seduce me, I had no idea. I was already fallen, on the floor, face firmly planted on the ground, for her. But I didn't mind her adding fuel to the fire .

Outside the bustle surrounding the station, things got quiet as we walked away from the massive building and onto a tree-lined residential street.

"So, what do you do for work, Zoe?" Hannah said, expertly dodging a plastic bag blowing down the street towards her.

"I, uh…honestly, it's boring. I could make up a more interesting one if you want me to, though." I said.

"Sure." Hannah smiled sweetly.

"I am in charge of every single automatic sliding door in the city. Not one of those things opens or closes without me knowing about it." I said.

Hannah laughed, looking at me and covering her mouth slightly. The joke had caught her off guard and had shown another side of her that was even more beautiful.

"What about you?" I said, "And feel free to make it up or tell me the real thing."

Hannah looked up, her mouth pouting out like she was thinking of the best lie she could tell.

"Well…I can't tell you the real one, that would totally ruin this little game we've got going…"

"So make it up…what kind of a job would a protagonist in a Nicole Marcel book have?" I bumped my shoulder against Hannah's, acting like I was avoiding something on the street, but in reality I just wanted to feel her against me again.

Hannah looked down, thinking. "Ok…well, I work for this corporation that is…well, basically they do all of these immoral and illegal things…and they don't just make me do regular, normal accounting work, I also get to be tortured by the CEO when she wants to."

"I see you've kept up on Nicole's newer work?" I said, widening my eyes. My heart fluttered a little more at the realization, that she was describing the plotline of Breach of Contract , maybe the hottest goddamn book I had ever read. I had drained more than a few packs of AAA batteries in my vibrator while I read about Penelope's descent into mouth-watering BDSM at the hands of her ice queen boss Reiko.

"What? No, that's my real job, I swear…" Hannah grinned.

"Of course it is, you wouldn't have picked it as a lie, then." I smirked, feeling myself become just a bit more confident. "Do you really get to do all the…nasty things you'd want to do with your boss?"

"She keeps me happy…even though she's not supposed to. Even lets me take some of the toys and gear home with me, to my little apartment, which is about two blocks away from here." Hannah turned to me with pursed lips and an expectant look.

She was, oh my god, she was maybe somewhat serious about the BDSM angle? If my heart was racing before, now it was positively pushed to the limit. I felt a little dizzy with the idea of it, but kept my walking pace and managed to remain upright. I was suddenly glad I had opted for the more boring flats today instead of the 'please notice that I have a nice ass and legs' heels that I sometimes wore.

We got to the coffee shop, and it was busy. Like, too busy for nice conversation between myself and this beautiful enigma of Hannah. I fretted, wondering if this would break the spell of this perfect morning, or even worse if Hannah would want to go in anyway and wait, and endure the too-loud conversations around us, and try to talk over the too-loud music the shop would play to try to drown out the din.

"Ah, shit, it's Friday, isn't it? They have their raspberry scones today, and they're pretty good, but people lose their shit over them, so the place is packed." Hannah said, turning toward me and leaning against the front window of the shop.

I wasn't sure if she was thinking along the same lines I was or not. The last thing I wanted to do was walk back toward the train, away from Hannah. I was having fun, I was loving everything about this. "I'm sure there's…somewhere else?" I said.

"Not really…" Hannah frowned. "I mean, I do know this really nice private place that's a bit obscure, and the barista isn't very talented…and she'd definitely have to change out of her white shirt because she almost always manages to spill something on herself when she uses the espresso machine…but she can make a decent latte and offers as much sparkling conversation as you can stomach."

"You mean, your…" I said, knowing she was laying it on thick but not wanting to step over any boundaries, "…you want to make me coffee at your place?"

"The coffee might just be a prelude, but…yeah." Hannah said, scrunching up her face.

I wanted to scream yes and drop to my knees, that a woman this stunning would even want to spend another minute with me, the fact that she wanted me to come up to her apartment for…whatever…made me want to even more, but instead I managed to keep my cool and say. "Sounds good."

"Well, come on then, I'll show you the way." Hannah reached her hand out, and I held it, melting into her.