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			<title>Chapter 4: Will - Armstrong Towers</title>
			<description>- Will -I&amp;rsquo;d be lying if I said I hadn&amp;rsquo;t thought about her on and off for the remainder of the weekend.It was both surprising and a little distracting. She wasn&amp;rsquo;t my usual type. Although beautiful, quiet and agreeable women had featured heavily in my past, she knew who I was..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3: Natalie - The Inquisition</title>
			<description>- Natalie -I turned the key in the lock and gave it a swift shove with my left palm. Home sweet home.I barely stepped over the thresh-hold before Carla appeared, chewing on a pink lollipop, her mass of dark Chilean curls pulled back from her forehead with a thick orange cotton headband.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2: Will - The Girl from 17A</title>
			<description>- Will -I downed the whiskey left in the bottom of my glass and forced myself up from my Father&amp;rsquo;s green leather chesterfield. I could hardly hide in his office all night, although it seemed like a preferable alternative at this point.Tilly was being particularly persistent tonight, and..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Natalie - The Girl from 17A</title>
			<description>- Natalie -I wriggled my toes in my strappy sandals, and let out a quiet moan with the brief relief.Lord knows tonight I&amp;rsquo;d rather have been home, feet luxuriating in sheepskin slippers, and not trapped in a torturous death grip, but I was putting in my very best effort. Socialising wit..</description>
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			<title>Hooked</title>
			<description>Natalie's hopes of quietly seeing out her first months in her new job, are dashed when the charming company heir takes more than a passing interest in the new girl.</description>
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