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faint again.
    ‘Thank you,’ I said. Those strong hands, so big and warm, felt amazing just millimeters from my skin, separated only by the thin cotton of my dress. In fact, I enjoyed the sensation of his hands on me so much that I felt suddenly embarrassed. ‘I’m fine,’ I said quickly.
    He held on to me for just a second more, and then his hands slid away. ‘I’ll see you next week, Rose,’ he said, as I began to walk towards the door. ‘Look out for my emails in the meantime. Remember to do as I say.’
    ‘I will,’ I said, holding on to the nearby dresser for support, making sure I wasn’t about to have another funny turn. I noticed a book lying on the dresser, and picked out a strange, unfamiliar word in the title. ‘Kinbaku,’ I said aloud, running my fingers over the book cover.
    Mr. Cooper coughed behind me. ‘You’d better go now,’ he said. ‘I’ve got work to do.’
    I looked up at him apologetically, noticing how flustered his expression was all of a sudden. I remembered coming in the room, how Mr. Cooper’s eyes had flicked over to the dresser, no doubt to this book he’d left lying here. Was he trying to tidy up before I entered the room today, but he’d forgotten to put this one away? Why shouldn’t I see it?
    ‘I’m sorry,’ I said automatically. ‘I’ll leave now. Thank you for your help today. Thank you for not being mad at me.’
    Mr. Cooper nodded, and I left the room, the skin around my waist still tingling where his hands had touched me.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
    Teacher's Pet
     
    When I got back to my desk, Tegan was looking pissed. ‘What the fuck, Rose?’ she asked. ‘Where have you been? I thought you’d done a runner.’
    ‘I’m sorry,’ I told her wondering how many times I’d apologized today, and it wasn’t even midday yet. ‘I was upstairs, talking to Mr. Cooper.’
    Tegan raised her eyebrows. ‘Come on, Rose, call him Redmond. Everyone else does.’ She pretended to be getting on with her work for a few moments, but obviously had more she wanted to say. She turned back to me. ‘What were you talking to him about, for all that time, then? Spill the beans.’
    It was my turn to pretend to be busy then, lifting up pieces of paper and moving them across my desk, as if I was filing. Really, I was just concentrating on trying not to blush. ‘I’m learning shorthand,’ I told her. ‘He’s helping me with my revision.’
    Tegan frowned. ‘Helping you? What, like, tutoring you?’
    ‘No, no,’ I said. ‘He’s given me a load of notes I have to read over in my spare time, and he’s enrolled me for an exam next week. I just needed to talk to him about it this morning.’
    ‘Well you were gone an awfully long time,’ said Tegan. ‘Be careful. You don’t want to get a reputation as teacher’s pet…’ Tegan turned back to her work, put on her headphones and began typing.
    I switched on my monitor and entered my password. I tried to think peaceful thoughts. Five new emails: two from tech support, one round-robin, one email confirming my membership to a press images website, and one email from Mr. Cooper. I ignored the others and clicked on that one.
     
    Rose,
     
    Please ensure that you eat the following today:
     
    Lunch
    Tuna pasta salad (no mayonnaise)
    Wholemeal roll
    Banana
     
    Snack
    Flapjack (oats and raisins - no chocolate)
     
    Dinner
    Chicken and vegetable stir-fry (sweet and sour)
    Brown rice
    Yoghurt
     
    Bedtime (10 p.m.)
    Hot chocolate
     
    Sincerely,
     
    Mr. Cooper
    CEO at Global Media Inc.
     
    I know I’d agreed that Mr. Cooper would help me out with this, but seeing it there on my screen, in black-and-white, it felt strange. I did have a problem with food. I’d always had one. It’s not that I was anorexic, I was just terrible at remembering to eat. I always seemed to get distracted, there always seemed to be something else to do that seemed more important. A couple of years ago, I was diagnosed with anemia. It