The next month passed by in a blur. Rafael was suddenly professional, and after that fateful evening, he did not say anything inappropriate to me. I did not tell him about my breakup with Aaron, not wanting him to think that it was an invitation to kiss me, or even to have s*x. I could be engaged to Aaron for all he knew.
He didn't call me over at odd hours, and did not spend too much time alone with me. Every morning, his chauffeur would pick me up around nine, I'd spend the day handling his phone calls and getting him coffee, and would return home in the evening to gouge on ice-cream and cry about my ex-boyfriend. It was a healthy routine. In all honesty, it was fun, living in a gorgeous, centrally air-conditioned penthouse, with all sorts of facilities at my disposal. I'd even dare to
