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nodded his head upwards. “Upstairs is better,” he said keeping up his pace and walking further up the steps towards me.
    “Okay,” I said, turning and going back into the bar area from which I’d just exited.
    “Sorry,” Tommy said, entering the room a moment later. He looked like the Tommy from my computer, not my memory. “There was some type of accident on one of the back roads near my office, and everything was tied up for a while, diverting traffic. I got here as fast as I could, and I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.”
    I looked at the clock on the wall, and it wasn’t even yet 6:30, so Tommy wasn’t too late, I figured, and he had a good excuse. We can’t control accidents and traffic, now can we?
    “It’s okay,” I answered, still trying to convince myself that it was. “But you sure picked one hell of a place to meet… A bar with three floors—don’t you think that’s a little confusing?”
    “Maybe it is,” he said. “But you still found me.”
    “You have a point,” I said with a smile. “Now let’s have a drink.”
    Tommy walked me over to a small, round table that sat high above the ground, and he pulled out my stool for me. “What do you want?” he asked. “Drinks are on me—for the inconvenience of making you come to this ‘confusing’ place.”
    “Thanks,” I replied. “I’ll have a martini.”
    “All right,” Tommy said as he turned to the bar. “I’ll be right back.”
    I watched as Tommy went over and ordered our drinks from the bartender. There was something smooth and cool about him, and he seemed so unlike the Tommy I used to know. This was no geeky college kid. This was a man, and he had a real presence about him.
    “Here you go,” Tommy said, placing my martini in front of me. He sat down on a stool beside me—not across from me, but beside me.
    “Cheers,” I said, raising my glass. And, “Cheers,” Tommy replied, raising his. I took a sip of my drink, and it was much stronger than the first one I’d ordered. I guess it takes balls—actual balls—to get a decent cocktail in this place , I told myself as I swallowed the salty, sour liquid.
    “So, like I said,” Tommy started, setting his drink down, “I’ve been thinking a lot about you recently… I don’t know why. I guess a guy never forgets his first love—or his first time… I still remember that night, you know. It was so special.”
    I strained my brain to think of my first night with Tommy, and, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember it in any detail. I know a girl is supposed to remember her first time, too—perhaps even more so than a guy—but the whole thing had just been very… uneventful.
    Not like I was gonna tell Tommy that! Instead, I looked back at him and smiled before taking another sip of my martini.
    “You said a lot has changed,” Tommy said, leaning closer to me. “And it certainly has. Back then, I was probably horrible in bed—and, today, I’d like to think I’m much, much better… and, I’d be willing to prove it, if you’re interested.”
    There was something undeniably sleazy about what Tommy had just said, but there was also something undeniably sexy about it. It had every nerve cell in my body standing on edge, and it made me think of what J.R. had said the night before, about living out a Penthouse fantasy letter. There was something so “erotic” about the idea of a former lover coming back all beefed up and ready to prove himself—it’s not just hot, but it also makes you feel important.
    As much as I wanted to drop my panties and tell Tommy to show me what he had, I acted more within reason. I pulled back, shook my head, and told him, “Tommy, no, it’s not like that… I’m not trying to get back together or hook up or any—”
    Thankfully, Tommy interrupted me before I could go on, though what he said wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear.
    “Calm, down, Patty,” he said, pulling back as well. “I’m not stupid. I know why you were