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and green, the air is so fresh,  I could write great novels and make beautiful music here,” Mr Snowy reacted.
     
    “Shall we go inside sir?”
     
    “After you madam,” he replied.
     
    The air became even edgier as two people who desperately wanted to tear each other apart (even though they were strangers) were alone in a luxury bungalow, both waiting for the right opportunity to make that move.  They both continued to explore the interior of the bungalow which was a bit low keyed compared to the property they viewed in Elk Street, it however had  a comfortable and unique cottage feel with an air of luxury.   The walls were well painted in contrasting colors of darker hues which made it feel like a romantic place to be in.   This probably would not be the best place for two people who don’t belong together despite having crazy objectives.   The kitchen was nice and spacious and was marvelously adorned with ceramic tiles.   
    “Gosh, this kitchen is so nice,” Thames said as he looked at Chrissel’s brown eyes after taking pictures of the kitchen.  She really did not want to look at him directly as she knew how defenseless she was to the sight of  his lips and the invite of his smile. 
     
    “This kitchen was designed by the famous company from Sweden sir,” she answered while avoiding the risk of a face to face contact.
     
    “You can call me Thames,” he said smiling while looking through the viewfinder of the camera.  He became tired of taking photos of lifeless objects in the cabin.  He really would not mind taking a photo of the only other living being in the building.
    At this statement she could not avoid staring him in the face.  “ Does he have to smile?” she asked herself as she felt wild reactions going through her soul. 
     
    “ I am beginning to hate this man, I think he eventually realizes what he has been doing to me and has figured how to make me defenseless; he has gotten better at it each time he does it.   The amount of fire this man has caused I wouldn’t need a match to boil some tea.”
     
    “That might not be a good idea Mr. Snowy,” 
     
    “But why?” he probed as he gave her another dose of his uncanny smile.
    The stiff-necked and unyielding nubile that she was just could not keep her strong enough from falling for him each time he served up a smile.  
     
    “Well, it is our company’s policy to address our clients and prospective clients by their surname,” she retorted.
     
    “Well, I feel a lot more comfortable doing business with companies who have that personal touch,” he countered as he smiled and glided his eyes from her heels and did not stop until they made direct contact with her brown eyes.
     
    “Ok then Thames.”
     
    “ Thames, oh shooks, this really feels good; just by calling him by his first name really feels like I have him, or I own him.  Who is this man, why am I feeling all of this for him?  He is so happily married.   We just need to inspect the bathrooms and the bedrooms and then I will be out of here.  I need to get the heck away from Mr. Snowy, but I really want Thames! ”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
     
     
     
    “ Mr Snowy..ooops.. Thames over here we have the bathroom.”
    “ Wow it really looks great,” responded Thames as he marveled at the way her slim curvy rear wobbled through her corporate grey tweed skirts.   As he knelt down to look at the cupboard below the washbasin so as to see what was inside;  Chrissel sat on the edge of the bath tub away from him.
    “ Find what you are looking for Mr… Thames?” she asked as she crossed her long legs giving him a more than clear view.
    “ Sure, it is really a great view inside… the cupboard,” he responded as he remained stooped.
     
    “I believe this woman is begging for trouble, she is going to make me into a beast up in here,” he muttered to