Chapter 5

Next morning, I was very nervous when I followed Nils back to the jerk’s lair. Maybe my plan would work, maybe not and then? I wasn’t ready to go horizontal with him. No, no and that’s a big no. 

Lars was again in the private room where we had dinner; sitting alone with an impressive display of food (I mean, that was the whole buffet from the breakfast service) on top of the table and on a side table. He was already drinking some coffee but he had not touched the food. 

“I didn’t know what you like,” he told me and strangely, that was good to hear. He’s not omniscient. 

“Thank you for the clothes,” I said as I sat in front of him. There was only one waiter and he served me coffee and disappeared. “Is your allergy so bad that you have to take so many precautions?” 

He seemed to be happy that I had shown some interest in his well-being and I nearly hit my head against the fruits bowl on the side. That wasn’t the right way of getting rid of him!

“It’s under control now, though it’s annoying not knowing when something could trigger a reaction.” 

“Do you carry an Epi-pen with you all the time?”

“Yes, I do but seldom use it. It’s been more than five years since I suffered a shock. I have to be in direct contact with the material to trigger a reaction. In your case, as I hope to be very close to you, it hurts nobody to take some precautions.”