Björn leaned down to brush his lips with hers. When he finished, he looked at her.-I'd like an answer to your question," Ava frowned, still looking at him, lifted her fingers, and stroked his chin, a gesture that made Björn feel a warmth in his chest.- To my question," Ava whispered.-Yes. I know you have questions, but the main one is... Why did I cross the line between us? -Ava paused her fingers on her chin, then the frown on her forehead disappeared.-Yes. And another that's being asked right now is," she cleared her throat then moistened her lips. - What do you think of me after this?Björn sighed, still in that position, on top of her, one leg between hers, his knee resting on the edge of the bed. His fingers stroked Ava's ruddy cheeks.-Think. -Björn left a fleeting kiss against her lips, then looked at her again. -What worries me is what you think of me," Ava arched an eyebrow, then tried not to show confusion.

Hours later, the sky began to clear. Björn didn't remember when was the last night he slept so well. He had showered, even as he groomed his beard, he remembered how Ava's fingers caressed him. He wanted to feel it again. He surprised himself as he smiled at himself in the mirror, fixed himself, and looked forward to seeing Ava for breakfast together. He would take that time so he could talk to her, talk about how it would be from that moment onwards.-Maybe I could take her to the city for dinner, talk more quietly than here, without anyone interrupting us," he lost himself in thought for a moment. -I could take her to the Hamptons for a weekend to get to know each other better..." he began to talk to himself as he looked out the big window at the large gardens. He heard a knock at the door in the distance. He looked at his watch, and it was half-past six. It must be Thomas with the newspaper. -Come in. -He said in a high tone. She sighed and turned to the door, and the

Björn had not been entirely focused that morning. Even Ava had to repeat to him several times what she had said seconds before. Her father had his eye on the woman he had bought. I had to poke around the club more. He had to get closer to Costa and, if possible, get her on his side.- Is that all, sir?" Ava was sitting in the chair on the other side of the large glass desk. Björn came out of his thoughts and looked at Ava. She had furrowed her brow for a moment, he looked at the clock, and it was already half-past eight in the evening.-Let's have dinner. -Ava wanted to refuse, as she had noticed that her father's visit had left him quite distracted during the day. Perhaps there were problems beyond her, so she would refuse to try not to be a burden at that moment.-I'm not hungry, sir. Would you like me to order the menu," Björn leaned back in his chair and looked at her carefully.-No. If you don't dine with me, I won't," said in a severe

Ava heard the alarm in the distance, she grunted through her teeth wanting to stay in bed a while longer, she opened her eyes and didn't see Björn, sat up with a shake, but he wasn't in the room, she picked up her cell phone and saw a message from him at five in the morning.- "Thanks." -and that was it, Ava let out a long sigh.-You're welcome.-whispered afterward. I had to get up and prepare to leave for the head office.During the day, Ava hadn't stopped thinking about how Björn had come to her room in the early morning, that silence was suffocating him somehow, but perhaps out of pride, he didn't say anything.  "I would have liked to be more awake..." he thought.-Miss Gray," said Björn pulling her out of her distraction. She looked up at him.- Yes, sir," Björn had noticed her being very quiet during the day.-In two more weeks, the hotel will be dressed for a party. It will be an autumn gala-night. -Ava opened

Thomas opened the door of the armored car for Ava to get out, and as she did, she realized where they were: the private heliport.- Where are we going?" asked Ava towards Björn, who was coming up beside her, took her by the elbow, and guided her to the helicopter waiting for them.-To dinner. -Björn answered casually as if traveling less than an hour to New York from there was nothing. Ava felt her heart pounding, he was going to help her up, but she stopped. Björn looked at her, "Is something wrong?-We can have dinner at the hotel. It's not necessary to go to the city just for dinner..." Ava's voice sounded a little anxious, and she didn't want to fly just for dinner.-I already made reservations. -and Björn made a move to help her up. She went up but was about to get off, but realized that what she dreaded was that conversation he insisted on having about that night. As they flew, she was lost in thought, "What do you expect to hear