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you can tag along with me if you like.” I wasn’t about to fall at his feet, that wasn’t my style.
    Clint tried not to laugh. “Sure, I’ll ‘tag’ along with you. Should I meet you at your apartment then?” he asked, looking now at his watch. I think he was in a hurry, but perhaps he was trying to play it cool. He certainly didn’t seem like the type of guy to come across too eager.
    “Come over about midday, if you want,” I said, with slight interest.
    Clint smirked again. I could tell he wanted to comment more, but restrained himself, probably because he didn’t want an audience. “That sounds good. I’ll see you then Norah. Nice to meet you Tess.” Clint gave me another stare, holding my gaze for a moment more, before taking off and walking in the direction of the library.
    “Well, well, well Norah. Aren’t you the dark horse? You should be a bit careful though, I mean, he sure is nice to look at, and I wouldn’t kick him out of bed, but his reputation is pretty well known, if you catch my drift.” Tess’s warning was loud and clear. “Although it will drive Josh crazy, if that’s what you are trying to do .”
    Yes, it would clearly send a message to Josh. I shot Tess a confused look. “I don’t have any idea what you mean Tess.” I tried to hide my sly smile as I turned back to sketch in my pad.
    The following day, I pulled on a pair of black and gold Balmain pants, a beige knit sweater and my black pointy boots. I let my black hair fall naturally down my back and kept my makeup minimal. When I answered the door to Clint just before midday, he looked relaxed in jeans and a fitted t-shirt. “You look great,” he complimented as he walked in.
    “Thanks,” I mumbled, as I hunted around for my bag.
    “So where are we going, oh mysterious one?” I could tell he was very intrigued and wasn’t used to this kind of behavior, especially from a girl.
    “A place I go to relax, c’mon, I’m driving.”
    He followed me as I grabbed my chained Stella McCartney leather bag from the sofa, my car keys off the kitchen counter top and headed out the door to the elevator. I pushed the ‘B’ for the basement after we both stepped in.
    “That apartment is quite a piece of property. Is it yours?” Clint asked as we waited in the elevator, our hands grazing one another as we stood and talked. My body tingled at the magnetic sensation.
    “It’s in my name, so I suppose it is.”
    Hmmm. He is beginning to pry. This could be dangerous.
    “And, are you here at McLaren on scholarship, Norah?”
    Why is he so curious?
    “Ummm, no, my education is paid for.”
    He looked deep in thought, probably confused by my answers as they were a little off centre, but they were true nonetheless.
    “Are your parents rich Norah?” he blurted out, and I rolled my eyes.
    I hated this part. I laughed uncomfortably. “Not like your parents are Clint.”
    He studied me, “But your family has money right?”
    What’s with all the personal questions?
    “Don’t you have friends with their own apartment and without student loans?” I responded with questions, hoping it would deter his thought process.
    “Of course I do, I just didn’t know you were in the same circles as me.” He looked at me in wonder, like he was trying to figure me out, but I stayed as cool as a cucumber.
    “Clint, we are not in the same circles, believe me,” and with that the elevator doors opened. I quickly rushed out, thankful to leave the conversation where it started.
    I walked through the basement over to my BMW and then I clenched my teeth, realizing there would be even more questions now.
    “This is the new model, BMW M5,” he said excitedly . 
    Yep, I knew it. Taking my car was a bad idea.
    “I’ve got a Mercedes C63, the brand new model,” Clint stated, trying to impress me.
    “That’s really fantastic Clint.” I was making fun of him but his smile was gone. I laughed as we both climbed into the car and nudged him from the