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had even one authentic moment in the last decade that wasn't with my family, my band mates or our manager. 
    Delighted with her honesty and the feelings it evoked, I couldn't help but laugh.  "Oh Tess, that's classic.  I hate this house.  Every girl I've ever brought here has gone on and on about how stunning it is, and it's the biggest fucking turn off. Buying this house was just one more thing that I did when I got money that was ridiculous. I was twenty and I thought it would be a great bachelor pad.  I made the mistake of hiring the world's tackiest decorator and she just made it worse.  I'm done here. I love the area though, so I’m thinking that I’m going to have the house demoed to have something built from scratch. Something homey that doesn't give me the chills when I walk in. My manager had a house built last year and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. I’m going to set up a meeting with the firm that did his and have them build me something amazing."
    Tessa looked relieve d that I wasn't offended.  "That’s awesome!  Building a house from the ground up would be an amazing experience. I’m glad you want something friendlier. I was thinking that whoever lived here had to be a really cold person, and that doesn't seem like you at all."
    Smiling at her, I turn ed and walked the rest of the way through the kitchen before entering the garage.  Hustling to the passenger door of my black Cadillac STS, I hold the door open for Tessa to get into the car, enjoying her fresh scent and the feel of her as she brushed ever so gently against me before sliding into her seat.
    Just the hint of a touch from her and I was so hard that I could steer the car with my dick.  How did she do that? I'd be annoyed if I didn't know that for sure that she wasn't trying to get me to fuck her.  If anything, I got the impression she was reticent to explore our chemistry.
    In the la st decade I’d never had to work at bedding the women I wanted.  Whether because they were groupies, or because they were attracted to my money, seduction had been effortless.  I’d actually worked harder to get rid of women than I ever did to attract them.  Tessa wasn't all over me, and I just knew she wouldn't be throwing herself at me. 
    Walking around the car, I realize d that I was whistling.  Something about Tessa made me feel really light.  With a mile wide smile on my face, I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.  It was nice, being in the car alone with Tess.  Our conversation flowed effortlessly, something I'd never experienced with a woman.  Not even close.  When I pulled into the front drive of the Mondrian, I was reluctant to let her go.  It wasn’t a purely sexual thing either.  As badly as I wanted to slide into her, I wanted to spend time with her just as much, if not more.  Getting out, I briskly walked around the car to open her door for her. 
    Once she was out, I threw my key at the valet and took the receipt for it.  Tessa smiled at me tentatively, a little worry showing on her face showing for the first time all night.  "You don't have to see me up Flynn."
    After taking her arm, I walked into the hotel with her.  " Rumors to the contrary, I'm a gentleman Miss Hamilton, and I'm going to see you to the door."
    Her breathless little laugh was my on ly answer, and I relaxed.  She wasn't going to push me away, and that made me feel really good.  I followed her lead as she walked us through the lobby to the elevators.  Just like in the car, it was just the two of us in the elevator.  It was unusual to spend significant time alone not having sex with someone I was interested in.  Everything about Tessa was unique and interesting to me, and it was a whole new experience.  I liked it.
    We got to her suite too quickly, and I was less than happy to have the night come to a close.  The wheels in my brain turned quickly, and I smiled at her.  "Tess, would you have dinner with me two nights