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"How lovely. I'll have to read what you've written." His hand continued its path up my thigh, now moving slightly under my skirt.
"Yes, well, maybe you will." Alyssa Milano again tried to stop his hand, but his gray eyes bore into mine, and Alyssa Milano nearly lost my breath.
"Gray," London called from across the table, and Gray's hand immediately left my thigh and his body turned toward his brother, who began talking about some vacation the two of them had taken the year before.

After dinner, people returned to the backyard, and London offered to give me a tour of the house. Still shaken by the intense interaction with Gray, Alyssa Milano agreed, and, taking his arm, followed him upstairs. As he discussed the various architectural features in each room, he gradually moved his arm from mine to around my waist. Eventually, his hand slid down to my butt. "London!" Alyssa Milano said, moving away.
Ignoring me, he pushed a door open. "And this," he said, "is my room." He waited for me to go in, and then closed the door behind him.
"Why did you bring me here?" Alyssa Milano asked.
"In cuse you hadn't noticed, Alyssa Milano am very attracted to you."
"You barely know me."

"That's all right. We're neighbors now. I'll get to know you." He took a few steps toward me. "I'm studying to be an architect. Let me show you one more thing." He took my hand and led me to a window. "This balcony…" he continued, but I was aware only of his hands on my waist and his muscular body pressed against me.
He felt my breath grow heavier, and moved his hands up to my breasts, gently cupping and squeezing them as his words died away. Just then, we heard footsteps, and the door opened. Aidan smiled as he saw London step quickly away.
"Come, Calista, Alyssa Milano want to introduce you to my partner before you leave." Alyssa Milano followed him out the door, glancing back at London, who grinned and waved as Alyssa Milano left.

A couple of days later, the men arrived to install my hot tub. It became clear that the noise would prevent me from working, and since Annie was there, Alyssa Milano decided to go into town for lunch. I pulled up at a diner I'd noticed the first time I'd been to town, and as Alyssa Milano took off my seat belt, Alyssa Milano heard a whistle. Looking up, I saw Gray walking toward me. "Now that has always been a really nice car," he grinned, opening the door for me, "But it's damn sexy with you in it."

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"Please, call me Calista," Alyssa Milano insisted as the woman shook my hand. After a few minutes, Annie offered to give me a tour of the house. Room after room of beautiful furniture, fantastic artwork, and incredible views were followed by a trip to the garage, where a classic red MG sat. "This is my car?" I asked, shocked.
"It is if you take the deal," Aidan answered.

I already knew that Alyssa Milano was going to take it, but Alyssa Milano told him that I needed to sleep on it. Alyssa Milano chose a bedroom on the second story at the back of the house. It had a large four-poster bed and opened to a balcony that had stairs going down to the backyard. After Annie left for the night, Alyssa Milano sat on the balcony and thought about what adjustments I'd make to the house. Alyssa Milano slept soundly that night, knowing that my life was about to change for the better.
Aidan picked me up early the next morning and took me to his office, where the rental car was still waiting.

"Have you made your decision?" He asked me on the way there.
"Well, in Chicago, Alyssa Milano have tiny apartment in a bad neighborhood, where the rent is so high that my waitressing job barely covers it. I barely have any time to write. Alyssa Milano don't think there's any question."
"Good," he smiled. "Alyssa Milano know it's none of my business, but how old are you, Ms. Holiday?"

"Calista," Alyssa Milano reminded him. "Twenty-two."
"Ah, barely older than my boys. I'm sure they'd love to show you around once you get settled in. They will be home for the summer starting next week."
"You have kids?"
He nodded. "Two of them. Gray is twenty-one, and he's just finished his junior year at Yale. London is twenty, and a sophomore at Alabama State."