"Mr Hanssen," Spence greeted the tall man as he entered the hotel room.

"Mr Spence," Hanssen said, nodding his head in acknowledgment at the American. "I hope your night was a pleasant one."

"Yeah, it was, ah… very pleasant, thank you." He smirked. "Where's Serena, we have the first talk together this morning?"

"I'm sure Ms Campbell will join you very soon," Hanssen replied, trying to stop himself blushing at the mention Serena's name. He couldn't help but remember the slight tingling he still felt in his lips.

"Thank you for letting me – for moving out for the night last night." Spence smiled at him. "So, how was your night with Serena?" Hanssen now couldn't stop himself from slowly turning red, his cheeks burning up. He quickly grabbed his bag which was still at the end of his bed and hurried into the bathroom.

"That bad, huh?" Spence called after him, misinterpreting his silence.

In the shower, he cupped some of the running water and splashed his face. He could still feel his cheeks were still burning. He wasn't sure why he was reacting the way he was, nothing had happened the night before. He stepped out the shower and hoped Spence had left already. When he was dressed, he re-entered the other room, to find Michael still sitting on his bed. He made swiftly for the door, trying to avoid talking to Michael.

"Whoa, hold up," Michael jumped off his bed and headed after Hanssen. Hanssen purposefully kept a stride ahead of Michael until they reached the lift and he was forced to acknowledge his presence.

"Well, you and Serena looked really cosy in her room last night." Spence grinned when they were both safely in the lift.

"Excuse me?"

"Aw... Come on. You're telling me you didn't notice the way she was looking at you?"
"I did suspect something was going on when we woke up in bed together this morning." Hanssen stated dryly, staring straight ahead at the lift doors. Spence stared at him, disbelief and amusement mingled in his face as the lift doors opened. "Good day, Mr Spence." With that Hanssen swept out of the lift, leaving Michael staring after him. When the lift started to close, Michael grabbed the doors and stepped out.
"Hello! How are you on this fine morning Michael?" Michael turned at the mention of his name to face a very happy looking Serena.
"Jeez, you're in a good mood."
"Is that illegal?"
"It is for Serena Campbell. Did anything happen between you and Hanssen last night?" He grinned, getting straight to the point. He was never one to miss out on gossip.
"Sorry, Michael?"
"Well, did you like, you know."
"End up sleeping with him? Sorry to disappoint Michael, but not colleagues end up sleeping together."
"Are you sure?" He teased.
"God, your so shallow Michael! Is that all you can think about! Oh, Serena's in a good mood, she must be shagging the Swede!" Michael stared at her with his mouth hanging open.
"Don't let me interrupt" A smooth voice said from behind Serena. She turned to face Hanssen, who was standing just behind her. Serena looked into Hanssen's face, but as ever Hanssen was hiding his emotions so well she couldn't work out what he was thinking. He gave her a half-glance before elegantly sweeping his way into the room his talk was being held in. She stared after him for a few moments before turning to face Michael. Amusement was etched upon his face but he also looked at her sympathetically.
"Shagging the Swede?" Michael mouthed at her. "Ouch!" Serena knew he was right, and she found herself glancing wistfully at the spot she had last seen Hanssen before turning and entering the room she needed to be in. Once inside, she turned to face Michael and sent him a look, begging for help. Michael glanced down at the beautiful girl he was going to sit down next to before moving over next to Serena.

"Oh God Michael, what have I done?"

"Hey," He grinned. "It could be worse. You could've mentioned you were just sleeping with him to get a promotion." Serena glared at him. "Oh come on, you just have to accept it probably hurt him. I mean, shagging the Swede? It's make him sound dirty and it make it sound like you were using him."

She groaned, burying her head in her hands. "Oh my God, something did happen didn't it?" She glanced up at him, her eyes begging him not to make her answer that question. "Eew... Henrik Hanssen?! Jeez, there's me thinking this trip was a work occasion."

"No," She sighed. "I didn't sleep with him. I kissed him. But I don't kiss and tell, so breathe a word to anyone and I'll make sure no one will find your body. I'll talk to him and explain, it will be fine, wont it?"

"This is all my fault, isn't it? I made you share a room for the night."

"No, you didn't make us kiss, did you?" Spence smiled wanly at her.

"Serena, you've buried yourself into a hole that will be hard for you to climb out of. Not to mention committing Career suicide."

"What?"

"Well, although Hanssen is very professional, he does show when he hates someone and when he doesn't." Serena sighed, hoping Hanssen wouldn't sabotage her entire career. "I would jump back into his pants as soon as you can." Serena glared at him again, regretting the moment she had told Spence about her love life. She hoped Hanssen would understand and give her the chance to explain…

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