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stopped her and said not to
worry; the car was a rental.  He offered the warm drink to her that he had
gotten at the café. He explained that he had gotten black coffee for himself
but wasn’t sure what she liked, so he ordered something off the menu called a “ Mocha
Kiss ” because it sounded sweet like her. 
    Serena realized at that time that even though he had swept her
into his coat and held the umbrella over her, her t-shirt had gotten soaked. 
She was now chilled and excited to be with such a sexy man, and her nipples
were like two dagger points slicing through her wet shirt.  They laughed about
how this microburst of rain had come out of nowhere, and she said they weren’t
even calling for rain at all.  Luckily, he explained, he still had a suitcase
in the trunk and remembered he had the trench coat in it, so he had pulled it
out as soon as the first drops fell.  She noticed his eyes several times
darting to her breasts, but instead of trying to hide them, she sat with her
hard nipples proudly on display and her wet shirt clinging to the curves of her
breasts.  Serena said she still had car still parked there, and he quietly said
he will bring her back later and not to worry about it, her car would be fine.
    Despite the heavy rain, the conversation was barely interrupted by
the sound.  Listening to his accent and the scent of his cologne brought an
image to her mind of exploring a souk in an ancient city and seeing the array
of exotic spices laid out in the marketplace, filling the air with their
aromas. He explained to her that he had been living in Saudi Arabia; however
his family had relocated there after troubles in their home country when he was
young so he was not native born. 
    He worked as an auditor and account manager for several oil
magnates as well as having many employees below him. His boss was American and
was branching out and starting his own company back here in the States, so he
had been promoted and transferred to manage the US office because of his
experience but also because of his fluency in English.
    Serena suddenly felt small and insignificant in her life. She was
just a young girl, working paycheck to paycheck just to get by and have a
little extra money on the side, and here she was sitting beside this man who
seemed so mature and worldly compared to her.  Last week she was meeting Maggie
and the girls after work, flirting with guys they had no intention of actually
hooking up with, and competing to see who could get the most guys to buy them
drinks, while he was probably meeting important executive types for fancy
dinners and sipping wine from fine crystal. She felt poorly dressed in her
jeans and t-shirt while he smelled of expensive cologne and wore a suit that
she was sure cost more than her first car.  Nevertheless, he never acted like
he was above her in any way.  They talked comfortably as he drove to the hotel,
and Serena relaxed and sunk into the buttery soft leather of the passenger
seat.
    The rain hadn't let up before they reached his hotel.  Serena started
to open her door, but he stopped her and rushed around to open it for her.  He
sheltered her again inside his coat and under the umbrella. They entered the
hotel lobby and shook the rain off, and he said he needed to get her warmed
up.  Serena said she was fine, but he protested and said he didn’t want to see
her getting sick.  He ushered her quickly into the elevator, which for some
reason stopped at every floor, whether people entered or not. 
    Serena had to step closer to him as a plump woman with a baby
stroller pushed her way in.  She mumbled “Sorry” as she was pressed against
him, but he said nothing, just slipped his arm around her and pulled her
closer.  Serena was sure that she must look a mess after running through the
rain with him twice, but if she did, he didn’t seem to notice.  He only kept
her close to him, and the warmth of his body against her damp skin felt cozy
and warm like