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I took the freight elevator up to the third-floor aparte was in his office space, watching the video feed of the building and surrounding area He was already packing up when I arrived at the desk, expecting that I'd be staying the night

"I go downstairs and sleep," he said, nodding when he saw me

"I hope the bed downstairs is coh for a sultan," I said "I feel bad that you were forced out of this space I initially intended it for you"

He shrugged andThis is vacation compared to some places I have slept"

"Thanks," I said and clapped him on the back "Is she asleep?"

George nodded "She went right to bed, and I have heard no peeps out of her"

"I'll call you tomorrohen I need you"

Then he left me with Celia and I watched the video feed as he took the elevator and went to the first-floor apartment that had been hastily furnished for his use when I was at the aparte said, it would do We were both solders, and had slept in the worst places possible—on dusty back roads in Afghanistan and Iraq, beneath oily and greasy arround

A soft bed in a warehouse was like heaven in comparison

I removed my shoes and walked as quietly as possible to the bed and watched Celia, wondering if she ake or was really sleeping Her breathing was slow and deep so I assumed she was truly asleep

I left her there and went to the bathroo off my clothes for a shower I needed to wash off the day's sweat and dust, andwith Spencer

Then I went to the kitchen, with only a torapped around e juice I needed soer but didn't want to drink I didn’t want to lose control I'd have to be completely in control of myself if I was to successfully deal with Celia and her issues

I grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and then switched off the extra lights, leaving only a single light on in George's office Finally, I went to the bed where Celia was sleeping and stood in silence for a fewto see if she ake She see so I slipped off my towel and slid under the covers and into the bed beside her She didn't wake up, so I lay there quietly on o to sleep

Of course, lying naked in bed with her besidehard-on I wanted to slip closer to her and pull her againstfuck, but that was , and not my neo-cortex She'd had a very bad day, week, and probably life since her father died and Spencerand patience