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"It's getting late," She mumbled, quickly wrenching her gaze from Hanssen's eyes. She pulled her pyjamas out of her overnight bag and went to the bathroom to change. Hanssen glanced around quickly, thinking. Where would he sleep? Hanssen had just drained his glass when Serena came back out, wearing her pyjamas. Hanssen glanced at her and smirked. Serena looked down, smiling too. She was wearing fleecy, white pyjamas with hearts over them. She knew that they looked ridiculous, but they were comfy and that's all she cared about.

"So, where are you going to sleep then?" Hanssen shrugged, glancing around.

"Here?" He suggested lamely, gesturing to the chair.

"Give over! No one can sleep in an armchair!" She sighed.

"The bath?" Serena burst out laughing at this suggestion; imagine the tall Swede sleeping in the bath.

"The bath?! Not only are you too tall to even attempt it, I would wish it on my worst enemy to sleep in any bath let alone that bath."

"The floor?" Serena thought about this. She didn't want him to sleep on the floor, but she definitely didn't want him to sleep in her bed?! Did she?

"Er…," She said uncertainly. "It's really hard and cold and…"

"And the only place I can sleep tonight. It's fine," He reassured her.

"If you're sure," She said hesitantly. He nodded at her and she chucked him the spare pillows and then went to the wardrobe and pulled out the spare duvet.

"Why do they keep spare duvets in the wardrobe?" She wondered out loud.

"In case of situations like this." Hanssen replied. She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. She climbed into her bed while he sorted his improvised bed out. Serena turned the TV on and Hanssen finally settled on the floor. She was right, it was hard and cold.

"I'm sorry," Serena suddenly stated. "It's my fault you're on the floor in my room."

"And sleeping in the clothes I've been wearing all day."

"And that," She smiled.

"And not getting the chance to finish my dinner,"

"And that as well. Actually, you did ring me."

"I only chose to do that because of your persistent poking,"

"Jeez, tell it as it is, Henrik!"

"No, none of those things we mentioned are entirely your fault."

Serena flicked absent-mindedly through the channels but all the programmes were rubbish. Sighing, she resolutely turned the TV off, sending them into pitch-black darkness.

"Night Ms Campbell."

"Night, Henrik." She smiled to herself, glad he hadn't ended up in her bed. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to resist. Things would've got very awkward…

"What the hell's that?" Serena exclaimed, waking up suddenly. Hanssen was already up and had turned the lamp on. They both listened to the noise which had awoken them so abruptly.

"It's running water," Serena said, pointing out the obvious. Hanssen looked cool and composed the complete opposite of Serena. Hanssen hurried off to the bathroom which seemed like the most appropriate place to look for running water. Serena followed in quick pursuit. Hanssen flicked the switch and the bright light blinded them for a while. They both noticed the shower was on full blast at the same time.

"How did it turn on?" Serena asked. Hanssen hurried forward to inspect the shower.

"The dial has been turned onto full power." Hanssen glanced back to Serena.

"Don't look at me! In case you have forgotten, I was in my bed up until 30 seconds ago!" Hanssen turned back and slowly turned the dial and the running water ceased.

"Strange," He turned around and swept past Serena, stopping in the doorway. "Are you coming through?" He asked, his finger hovering over the light switch.

"Yeah," She turned away from the shower and headed past him and into the other room. Hanssen flicked the switch and closed the door behind him.

"Is there something wrong, Ms Campbell?" Hanssen asked Serena, who was frozen in the middle of the room.

"What if this room is haunted?" She asked, turning to face him.

"I can assure you this room is definitely not haunted in the slightest." Hanssen smirked at her stupidity. "Are you scared Ms Campbell?"

"No," She protested.

"You are," He accused lightly. "I would have never described Serena Campbell as scared."

"How would you describe me then? What do you think of me?"

He pondered on this question, unsure of whether honesty was the best option. "I would describe you as ambitious, a brilliant surgeon and consultant. And a wonderful mother I'm sure." Serena paused for a moment, Hanssen's reply having thrown her. "And how would you describe me?" This question threw her even more.

"You are confusing, enigmatic, you like to appear emotionless, and you build a wall to protect yourself from others. But you're amazing at your job."

"Ruthless honesty," He smiled at her. He was about to lay back into his 'bed' when she grabbed him.

"What is it, Ms Campbell?"

"Why did the shower just turn on by itself?"

"Neither of us can answer that."

"Exactly," She refused to the let him lie down. "So, my idea is still reasonable?"

"Your idea about this room being haunted?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes," She persisted.

"I suppose it is plausible, yes." He sighed. Did he just admit to believing in ghosts?

"Well, you can't sleep on the floor then. It's a stupid idea to sleep on the floor of a haunted room."

"Is it?" He asked, exasperation taking him over by this point.

"Yes," She took his arm and before he knew it she had forced him into the double bed. He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. "You can look at me like that all you want, but you're not sleeping on the floor."

"This room is not haunted, Ms Campbell."

"You just said it was plausible!"

"Yes, but it's not likely!"

"I don't care!" He knew that if he continued to argue, he would be able to win this battle. But for some reason he couldn't force himself to say no.

"Fine," He sighed. He tried to keep as far to the edge as possible, trying to keep some distance.

"Wait," Serena said. "You're not going to sleep in a shirt and tie, are you?"

"I don't think you're going to let me sleep at all tonight."

"Haha," She replied sarcastically. "You're not actually going to are you?" He had contemplated taking his shirt off, which had he been alone he would have done, but he wanted to keep as much professionalism and dignity as he could in this situation. Which wasn't a lot, he reminded himself.

"Grow up, Henrik. We're both adults and that shirt looks ridiculously uncomfortable to sleep in." 'And rather nice on him' she thought. He sighed, she was right, it was uncomfortable. He sat up and slowly lifted his collar and loosened his tie. 'Really slowly' She thought.

"Henrik, you're going painfully slowly." She climbed on top of the duvet and moved over until she was right next to him, unable to watch him a moment longer. She quickly pulled his tie from around his neck and proceeded to quickly unbutton his shirt. She lightly brushed his skin when she pulled it pulled it down his shoulders to pull it off causing an electric feeling they both felt.

"There," She smiled. "30 seconds not 30 minutes." She quickly climbed out of bed, neatly laid his shirt on the armchair and she climbed back in. Hanssen closed his eyes; his racing heart beat slowly slowing. He could feel Serena looking at him.

"What?" He grumbled, forcing his eyes open.

"It's really weird, seeing Henrik Hanssen in bed. I could never imagine you sleeping, like a normal person."

"Is this suggesting you have tried?"

"No," She said quickly. Then she burst out laughing.

"What is it, Ms Campbell?"

"It's good job we didn't heed your advice and banished you to the bath." She laughed. "Unless of course you like showers in the middle of the night?" Hanssen tried to keep his face straight but he couldn't stop the faint shadow of a smile appearing around his mouth. "I wonder if this room actually is haunted? I don't really like the thought of sharing with a ghost."

"Need I remind you, you are currently sharing a bed with me. I would take a ghost over that any day."

"You're not that bad."

"Thank you," He replied dryly.

Hanssen woke the next morning and immediately felt Serena was close to him. He glanced at her, her head was resting on his shoulder and her hand was on his arm. He wondered how they had managed to get into that position during the night. Serena stirred and she moved her arm right across his chest. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled up at him.

"Morning," She mumbled.

"Morning,"

She rolled away from him and climbed out of the bed. She grabbed her overnight bag and headed to the bathroom.

"Ok, you can use the bathroom first, then." He called after her sarcastically.

"Yep," She called over her shoulder. Hanssen got up and quickly put his shirt on. He straightened the bed covers and sat on the end of the bed, waiting patiently for Serena. She finally emerged, carrying her overnight bag.

"All yours," She smiled. "Actually, don't you think you need to go back to your room? Change your shirt and everything. I'll check its ok for you to go." She pulled her mobile from her pocket and rang Michael.

"Michael? Mr Hanssen's on his way up… What? I don't care if she's still there… He's going to your room whatever… I don't care, get rid of her!... Fine, 5 minutes." She hung up and shot Hanssen an apologetic glance.

"You'll have to wait a few minutes," She informed him. He nodded at her and picked up his tie and proceeded to do it up. She went over to help him, and took over doing it up.

"Thank you," He smiled, when it was done. She absent-mindedly played with his tie, straightening it. Hanssen slowly lifted his hands, placing them over hers. She let her gaze raise from their hands and into his eyes. She became acutely aware of how tall he was now he was so close. She waited for him to lean in, but he was taking his time. He played with her short hair, stroking it. He suddenly leant in, unable to resist a moment longer. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him as close as humanly possible. She forgot he was Henrik Hanssen, the formidable Swede, she forgot he was his boss, all knew was that she never wanted to let this enigmatic man go. Hanssen ran his hands up and down her back, pulling her close. He didn't care that this was Serena Campbell, all he knew was that he never wanted to let this woman he was so attracted to go. His hands finally came to rest on her waist, pulling her closer still….

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