Sebastian de Poitiers wiggled in his seat, waiting to meet miss Kenna Harrigton. She loved his book, which was a good sign. It was a fantastic sign. He just hoped that she wouldn't want to change too much. This was his pride and joy; he had worked really hard on it. It had taken him over two years to finish, and he knew he would have to cut and change some, but the thought nearly broke his heart. Needless to say, he didn't think about it too much.

"Miss Harrigton will see you now," Bash heard the receptionist say, and stood up. He followed her to a large office, and he looked around as he sat down.

He came face-to-face with a beautiful woman, with long, caramel hair and big hazel eyes and tan skin. He couldn't help but be taken aback a little by her, since she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

"Mr. de Poitiers?" she asked, hazel eyes wide and staring at him.

"You can call me Bash." He said and smiled easily at her.

"And you can call me Kenna. I absolutely loved your book. It was...insightful, beautifully written, poetic, and jerked me all over the place. In a good way. I can't wait to get started on it."

"Thank you," he smiled. "That's exactly the reaction I wanted. And thank you for taking me on."

"You're welcome. Like I said, I loved it. Let's get to work." She smiled.

...

They stayed up day and night working on Bash's book. Kenna was sweet and funny, and she actually listened to his ideas. Bash grew to like her more and more each day. One night, they stayed extra late and ordered Chinese take out.

"Bash?" she asked.

"Yes?"

"What do you think about moving this line of dialogue?" she asked, highlighting it on the manuscript and drawing a line before handing it to him. "I think it would fit better here."

Bash took it and looked it over. "You're right. I never would've thought of that, but I like it better there too."

"Good," she smiled and scooted closer to him. She typed it in her laptop and showed him. "There. It's officially moved."

Bash turned toward her, and their faces were merely inches apart. He could feel her breath on his lips, as he was sure she could feel his. Just being this close made his breathing a little ragged, and he leaned in closer. Closer and closer, and before he knew it, their lips met. Her lips were soft but firm, and molded together with his perfectly. It was definitely the best kiss he had ever had.