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Here's the continuation of last week's. For editorial purposes, Sven's wearing a gray t-shirt and cotton pants. Yeah, I know, not as hot as the towel, but he's not trying to seduce her. Yet.
“You can never get the water hot enough, can you,” she mused.
The room was nothing like she expected the great Sven Vidar to stay in. She imagined him in posh penthouse suites with champagne chilling on ice, or at least a mini bar. This place had neither; it was comfortable, cozy, small.
She already felt too close to him.
“You know, it’s difficult to get that perfect fire-and-brimstone temperature from a Kohler."
