She was still in the doorway and I had to turn sideways to slip past.

The door was narrow and my chest grazed her breasts. I felt my heart skip a beat and cringed, expecting her to say something. Either she hadn't noticed the incidental contact or chose to not embarrass me and simply closed the door once I was past her.

Unlike the one large room with two beds and a bathroom that Steven and I shared, Selena had an actual suite with a bedroom visible across the room as well as a large sofa, coffee table and chairs.

"Wow, this is bigger than my apartment." I told her.

"Well hopefully you'll move on to bigger and better things soon." She said, gesturing at the room she said, "Have a seat"

I started towards one of the chairs, but she pointed towards the couch.

“Over there I want us to have plenty of room."

"Good idea, I can put the lap top on the coffee table so we can both see it."

"Right." She laughed again, "Room to work." Grinning she said, "You are a good kid, aren't you Austin?"

"I...1 try to be nice." I told her, trying not to stare when she stripped her blazer off and tossed it on one of the chairs.

"Well you should have learned enough at Brown to know where nice guys finish."

She had stopped in front of the small bar against the wall. There was a mirror over it and I could see her watching me in it. I wanted to look away as I was already staring at her exposed back, but figured it would be more obvious if I did. Selena had put her hair up at some point after our meeting and reaching up, she removed the clip from it.

Her arms lifting caused the tight sleeveless shirt to rise revealing her smooth flat stomach. I removed my gaze from there in time to watch her long red hair flow down her back and shoulders.

“I like to think that being nice has its rewards. I spoke to distract myself from her appearance.

"Sometimes it does." She agreed, holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels she asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"No, I'm fine."

“You are actually." She said and to my surprise winked at me in the mirror.

As out of character as that remark was I was more shocked to see her pour some of the bourbon into a glass and down it in several long swallows.

"Hmm," she sighed, "I needed that. It's been a long time since I've indulged myself."

"You don't drink much?" I asked watching her pour more into the glass, but this time add some ice from the bucket and take a small sip.

"I have a drink or two to unwind every night," she spoke as she turned and walked back towards me, "But far too long since I did anything else to take the edge off.”

She came around the couch and sitting on the end patted the cushion next to her.

"Come sit."

I nodded and slipping the bag off my shoulder, unzipped it. Removing the lap top I sat on the opposite end of the couch and put the computer on the table.

“Leave that thing alone for now." She told me.