A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone :) I forgot to add a disclaimer on the first chapter. Here it goes: I don't own the characters that you recognize, but I DO own the ones that I made up myself. If that's not enough for the rightful owner/s, go ahead and sue me, if you want 30 Swedish crowns. That's about 30 cents.

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Sabrina kept her distance for a few days. Burying herself with work, she tried to forget the events of the party -and Salem. His dark eyes made their way into her mind too many times a day... and it was only a matter of time before she had to face him again...

It was Monday morning, and Sabrina was at her office as usual. She worked with interior designing and the business had been running so well that she could afford a secretary, her friend Sami. (A cheap solution. Friends never asked for much.)

Sabrina tried to work out a suiting design for a women's shelter when the phone rang.

"Spellman Enterprises."

"It's Zelda."

"What do you want?" Sabrina sighed. "Give me some moralist lessons again?"

"I hear you haven't gotten rid of your Monday morning grumpiness yet," Zelda snorted. "I want to ask you about what happened at the party. The whole collapsing tent thing. You've been unreachable all weekend."

"So? Anyway, nothing happened if you must know."

Sabrina clicked frenetically with the mouse. Damn computer...

"Really? Because I thought that..."

"Sabrina!" Sami yelled. "You have a client out here!"

"Bye, Zelda."

"But..."

Sabrina threw off the phone and pressed the quick speaker button.

"Sami, I'm not expecting anyone this morning."

"It's a real hottie I have out here," Sami whispered. "Tall and dark, gorgeous eyes..."

"It must be Salem. Tell him I'm not here. Tell him I'm dead! But don't let him in!"

"Is he the guy that... oh god, Sabrina, anyone would dump Harvey for this one!"

"Yeah well, not me. Send him on his way."

Sami laughed.

"Too late."

Salem stood in the door. He looked insecure at first, but straightened his shoulders.

"Sab, I need your help."

Sabrina was genuinely surprised. She'd thought that he wanted to talk about... what? What did she think, or hope, that he would want? She didn't understand herself. Nervously toying with a pencil, she cleared her throat.

"Oh? With what?"

"You can sit down if you want," she added.

"Thanks." Salem plopped down in the visitor's chair. "I'm moving to a flat downtown."

"And now you want me to..."

"Yes, I've seen your work and I'm really impressed."

He stretched out a hand and took the pencil away from her. "Put that thing down."

Sabrina quickly pulled her hand back when their fingers met. It was like touching heated coal. Salem seemed unaffected. That put Sabrina off a bit.

"I'm in a hurry", he continued. "I'm meeting the landlord. But I have a portfolio here, with some ideas."

Salem handed her a leather binder before he got up.

"Okay, I'll take a look at them."

Salem stopped in the doorway.

"And Sabrina, try to handle this professionally."

Sabrina shaked her head.

"What do you mean?"

Salem smiled lightly. "Oh, I think you know."

He was gone. Sabrina felt like a trainwreck victim. She tried working for another hour, but ended up painting the women's shelter model completely neon green. That could only mean one thing: break needed! Sabrina locked her office and walked out to the reception.

"Sami, I'm taking today off. You can go home too."

-Two days later-

Sabrina looked up at the five story building on Burbank Street. It was brand new, it even had it's very own doorman. No other house in Westbridge had that. The empty windows on floor three must be at Salem's place.

Sabrina walked inside. The lobby was beautifully decorated. Sabrina would know, it was her own designs.

Outside suite C52, she hesitated. She was early; maybe Salem had a woman in there or something. Not that he had a bed yet... oh, what was she thinking? Totally inappropriate...

Salem opened the door just as Sabrina raised her hand to knock. At first she was knocked out by his appearance. He was wearing nothing but a towel. The smooth skin on his chest and abdomen were damp with water, as was his hair that he was rubbing with another towel. His eyes widened when he saw her, and the famous devilish smile slowly formed on his face.

"You're early", he stated. "I was in the shower."

"I... I can see that," Sabrina craxed.

Salem suddenly became aware of his delicate condition. And, oh my, was that a blush rising on his cheeks?

"Ahem... let me go change. Make yourself comfortable."

He had one single piece of furniture, an old couch that Sabrina remembered from the attic in her aunt's house. She carefully sat down on the velvet cushions. Salem hurried out to her again, now dressed in a black shirt and jeans. He pointed at the empty spot next to Sabrina. "Can I... is it okay if I..."

"Why not."

Sabrina picked up a couple of blueprints from her briefcase.

"I've looked closer at some of your ideas, and..."

Salem took the papers from her and put them on the floor.

"There's something I need to discuss with you," he said.

Sabrina spotted something very interesting on the floor. "What?"

"The fact that you're attracted to me."

Sabrina gaped in shock. Didn't he have any shame? Had he any idea what he was talking about? She managed to laugh a bit, but it sounded very hollow.

"Um... Salem... if I remember it correctly, you were the one who told me to keep a professional façade. And here you are, accusing me of..."

"I'm not accusing you. We both know it's true."

He motioned for her hand, but Sabrina had enough. He was moving a bit too fast, and she had no idea what he was really after. It was best if she fled the scene.

"I think I'd better go. I have an early wedding dress fitting tomorrow."

She said the words 'wedding dress' extra clearly so that Salem would forget any "dirty" intentions. And he did seem to regret his not-so-smooth moves.

"Sabrina, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"No no, It's my fault. You're a man now, with all that it brings you. You're going to develop some drives... urges... like all men have. I'll try to be considerate to that."

Salem thought about it. "I suppose you're right. I hope you're not mad at me?"

His begging eyes had the wanted effect on her.

"Salem," she laughed, "how could I stay mad at you?"

They walked over to the door. Sabrina leaned in to give Salem a friendly hug goodbye, but he quickly grabbed her waist, pressing her against the wall. His breath warmed her neck, his hands found their way under her shirt.

Long fingers trailed along her back, making Sabrina's breathing mechanism crumble into tiny particles that formed a large bump in her throat...

When he finally let her go, they were both severely out of breath, even though they hadn't kissed at all.

"There, you see," Salem triumphed. "You are attracted to me."

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The next chapter will be entirely from Salem's POV, how he is coping with his new life, and what he really feels for Sabrina and the fact that she's getting married...