[He held up a hand, begging for a little more patience until they could get into his apartment. The door dinged and he waited for her to exit before he led them down the hall to his suite, keycard sweeping over the lock so he could open the door. He let her enter first, then closed it behind him.
Watching her, he went over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.]
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Watching her, he went over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.]
You're not going to like it.