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    When Alex entered the apartment, he was expecting something dingy and horrible, but it was surprisingly pleasant and spacious. The only thing he wanted right now was a warm shower, so he ignored the girl and went into the bathroom.
    Staring into the mirror at his own handsome, groomed reflection, he shrugged off his leather jacket and pulling his t-shirt over his head.
    Looking around, Alex released there wasn't a towel. He recalled seeing one strewn on the back of a chair, and opened the door, shirtless, and stepped outside. "Mind passin' me a towel?" The criminal asked, yawning and then kicking off his shoes into the hallway as he spoke.

    With a sigh, Clementine grabbed a towel from the closet just a few feet from the bathroom and tossed it to him. "Mind making sure everything you need is there?" she muttered, before tossing him a wash rag moments later. She closed the closet and walked off back to the kitchen to see what she could cook. She hadn't the slightest clue as to what the man would eat so she gave up her search to wait and ask him when he finished his shower. She went to the guest room, fixing the bed for him and making sure there were enough pillows. Having finished she went back into the living room and sat on the couch, watching tv.

    Without thanking her, he shut the door and got into the shower. He spent a while in there; it had been some time since he had a shower, and it was bliss. The warm water felt gorgeous on his back and he sighed in pleasure.
    After washing his hair, so it was now sticking up wildly, he turned off the water, got out and wrapped the towel round his waist after putting his boxers on. Alex used a miniature towel heaped in the corner to dry his hair, then walked into the hallway, towel still tight around his lower half. "Y'don't happen to have any other clothes, do you?" He asked the girl, who he saw to be watching TV.

    She looked over at him and sighed. "There are clothes on the bed in the guest room." Clementine told him. "Also what do you want for dinner?" she asked, standing from the couch. The girl walked off into the kitchen, going through the cabinets to find what she could that might please him. She pulled out spaghetti noodles and tomatoes sauce. She set it on the counter and grabbed a pot from the pot rack above the island, filling it with water and putting it on the stove. As she did this, she still awaited his answer.

    "I don't care." He replied as he opened the door to the bedroom. "But I'm allergic to nuts." With that, he closed it behind him, and changed into the clothes on the bed- a pair of black denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Once he was dressed he retrieved his jacket and sunglasses from the bathroom and dumped them on the table as he walked into the kitchen. "What's your name, anyway?" Alex asked, his Yorkshire accent coming through strong as he spoke with tired curiosity and suspicion.

    "Clementine." she said. She knew very few knew her first name. It was only a handful that hadn't included him until now. "So what's your name?" the girl asked. She already knew what it was, but she couldn't let him know that. She had to keep him safe until her boss gave her a clear to bring him. Hopefully it'd be soon.

    Alex mouthed 'Clementine' silently. Again, that feeling of nostalgia hit him and he froze in place. Did he recognise that name? Surely not. Still, he wasn't about to tell her his real name. "Miles Kane." He said slowly, checking her expression for emotion. She seemed to know more about him than she should, and he didn't trust her, but the safety of this place outweighed any misgivings he had.

    She knew he was lying, but she wasn't about to let him know that. Keeping her face void of emotion, Clementine nodded. "Nice to know your name, Miles." she said. If he thought he knew her, she hadn't noticed. The girl went back to preparing dinner, making sure she had enough for the both of them. It wouldn't be long, hopefully. "So who was chasing you? I mean by the way you were walking, you seemed to be being chased."

    Alex shrugged, glad she hadn't been too specific. "Just people I owe money to. No big deal." His mouth was watering at the smell of warm food, and he felt much fresher, cleaner and self-confident than before. Maybe it was the shower talking, but he was feeling sexy. Yawning, the man stretched luxuriously and folded his arms behind his head, leaning back and closing his brown eyes with an exhausted but content sigh.

    And I'm one of them. she thought. She never voiced her thoughts, seeing as she'd get killed if she did. Clementine drained the noodles into the strainer, moving her head back so as not to have steam hit her face. She moved about to putting them back in the pot now that the water was drained. She set it back on the stove and waited for the sauce to finish cooking as well. She turned around to ask Al- Miles if he wanted sauce on it or not. As she did, he had stretched and was now trying to doze. She couldn't help but notice that he was handsome. She shook her head of the thoughts, knowing she couldn't be enticed by his looks. "Miles do you want to sauce on your spaghetti?" she asked.

    "Huh? Oh, er, yeah." Opening one eye and looking at her with a neutral expression and wary, thoughtful eyes, Alex shifted in his chair, trying to get comfortable. It was roasting hot, and in this situation he would usually take his shirt off, but felt rather awkward in Clementine's company. That nostalgic feeling hit him again, and he shook his head, confused. "Is that nearly done, sweetheart? I'm starving."

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    Clementine had nodded and walked back into the kitchen to finish preparing the food. She put the noodles in the bowls and easily applied the sauce. She grabbed two forks and the parmesan cheese. She brought it to the dining room and set it down. "Hate to burst any bubble you might have but you have to eat at the dining room table." she said. The girl waited for him to stand and come to the table to eat. If he didn't want to then he could give without.

    Alex opened one eye. "Why?" He shifted and sighed, shutting his eyes again and breathing out heavily. "Fine." It smelled delicious, and the handsome man swore his mouth was watering, so he zeroed in on it and sat down at the table, wetting his lips in anticipation. "I gotta hand it to you, sweetheart, this looks pretty damn fine." Smirking, he dug in and took a huge mouthful, chewing in appreciation and letting out a satisfied sound.

    She set the plates down on the table and put the forks beside them. She set the cheese in the middle and waited for the man to come, knowing his stomach would make him. As he sat down, so did she. Wow, this would be easier than she thought. All she had to do next was offer. It'd probably be easy enough. Clementine smiled as he gave his comment. Why did he keep calling her sweetheart? It was slightly annoying seeing as the nickname didn't fit. But who was she to complain right then. "Thank you. One thing I know best is how to cook." she murmured, taking her own bite of food.

    Alex narrowed his eyes. It had suddenly occured to him he had let his guard down way too much, and this was never smart. Swallowing a mouthful, he set down his cutlery and stared at Clementine. "Look, I've been on the streets long enough to know you want something from me. Theres one problem, sweetheart, and that's I don't have anything." Scratching his collarbone and raising his eyebrows, Alex awaited reply with a tiny upturned smile.

    She looked up at him. "Oh, Miles. It's not what I want. It's what I can offer." Clementine told him with a smile. If he agreed, this would be easy. But if not then she'd have to keep trying. The one thing she knew about herself was that she was persistent. Therefore, she'd already made up a plan to persuade him into it if needed. Hopefully, though, she wouldn't need it.

    Alex frowned and furrowed his brow. "What are you on about?" Shaking his head, he crossed his arms and leaned forwads so his elbows were resting on the table. "Hit me." The Yorkshire man said smoothly, gesturing for her to speak. "Ooh, I'm interested now, sweetheart. Go on." Now, Alex was very curious- and suspicious. He was trusting Clementine less and less every passing moment.

    She smiled kindly, hoping to hide the slyness of her tone as she spoke. "I can give you a night if you're interested. Of course my offer is always open, so if not now then whenever you'd like." Clementine said. She hadn't done this but twice. Both guys were in debt to her gang. Both dead. Miles, or Alex as she knew him by, could be next. But who was to tell her she couldn't play with her toy before tossing it away?