That electric feeling again.Like hot, bright blue lightning spreading out through every limb.I reached down, grasping at the hem of my shirt, and I fe...t him pull back briefly to do the same with his own. We both pulled our shirts off simultaneously, and I spun around leisurely, giving him a hungry look as my eyes took in the greek god before me.I guess Celestial really didn’t skimp out on designing our bodies. He was actual perfection.Lean, sculpted muscle.I reached up and traced down the. I limited myself to a couple hours of reading, and then headed back to the apartment. This was an a world without voice mail or answering machines, so I called my service to get my messages. It felt strange having a live person reading of the messages left by those who had called while I was out. I only had one message in any case. I had called someone with a studio apartment for rent. It was several blocks further away from the museum than the one I was in now, but I really wasn't fond of the. ”“Does she ski at all?”“She’s Swiss,” he said with a trace of indignation. “Of course, she skis.”“Well, I guess that’s something,” I said. “I ski better than a Swiss sex kitten.”“She’s not a sex kitten,” he said with much more indignation. “She’s got a Master’s degree in medical robotics. She’s Chief Operating Officer of her father’s medical device company.”“I’m sorry,” I said in a small voice, feeling rebuked.He put a hand on my shoulder in a gesture of reconciliation and said, “Heidi can’t. End of story.’ ‘Really? Then why are you crying almost every night? And why does Lucien look at you like a lovesick pup?’ Helen demanded. ‘He does not!’ I denied hotly, turning to glare at her. ‘From the way he looks at you, I’d say he loves you and from your crying, I’d also say that you love him. So, what’s the problem?’ Helen asked with a puzzled frown. ‘Helen, can we drop the subject. Please?’ I muttered through gritted teeth. ‘No, I will not drop the subject. Sara, I’m your friend and I.