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and frankly, I would like to stop talking business, seeing as how I am out with my
friends, trying to relax.”
    “You cannot relax around me, Elizabeth?”
    Oh my goodness … Just the sound of my
name coming from this man sets me on edge. I am sure I am visibly
tense. “Not really, no.”
    “I could help you relax.”
    I know he is not coming on to me. There is
no way. But He scoots a little closer. Our legs touch, he reaches
up and places his hand on my neck and starts squeezing, and I begin
to question his motives.
    “There,” he says. “Better?”
    My breathing suddenly becomes erratic. Yes,
his touch helps very much…but not with tension. All I can think
about is how much I would love for his hands to be elsewhere…or
should I say everywhere ? All over me. He is intoxicating.
From his gorgeous, green eyes, to his full lips, to his Armani
suit, to his scent— oh, yeah …his scent is enough to make me
have an orgasm right here. I have to find out what kind of cologne
he’s wearing. He pulls his hand away all too soon.
    “There. Are you relaxed now?”
    What do I say to that? Hell no…let’s go
back to my place ? I clear my throat, push away such irrational
thoughts, and say, “Yes.”
    “Good. Now, would you like to have dinner
with me tomorrow night? I promise to not talk business.”
    Wow! He’s asking me out! What in the world
do I do? My head is telling me to turn him down with quickness, but
the rest of my body is begging me to say yes.
    “Elizabeth? Say yes.”
    It’s like he’s reading my mind. I finally
manage to choke out a response. “Yes.”
    He smiles, showing all his perfect, white
teeth. I kind of get the feeling most people don’t see him do that
very often. He places his hand on my thigh, making me tense up
again.
    “I look forward to it. I’ll text you before
I pick you up tomorrow. Okay?”
    “Okay.”
    He smiles again. “Alex.”
    “Okay, Alex.”
    He leans in, and his lips are right at my
ear. “I love hearing you say my name. See you tomorrow,
Elizabeth.”
    Chills cover my body, and I don’t respond.
He grins, squeezes my leg one last time, then gets to his feet. A
moment later, he’s gone…back to his table…and I could almost
imagine the entire encounter had been a dream. That is, until the
girls come running back to the table, giggling and squealing like
teens, and asking questions, speaking overtop of one another.
    “Wow, Lizzy! He is hot!” This from Nicki,
always the one who focuses on how a man looks before anything
else.
    Natalie and Becca’s excitement doesn’t last
long, and after a moment, they look more worried than anything.
Obviously, they were both tuned in to my mood…probably after
noticing my expression.
    “Are you okay?” Becca asks.
    “Yes, I am fine, you guys. He just wanted to
talk for a minute and, um, ask me out.”
    “Oh, my God! Please tell me you said yes!”
Nicki again, still clueless I don’t share her excitement.
    “Yes, I did…. I have no idea what I was
thinking, but I said yes.”
    Becca hugs me. “Well, if you’re okay with
it, then that’s great.”
    She pauses, and then gives me a sort of
embarrassed look. “I…. Do you mind if I ditch you guys? I want to
go back over there and hang out with Doug.”
    Of course. I knew she was going to ask me
something like that, sooner or later. I smile and squeeze her hand.
“No, I don’t mind. Have fun.”
    “I will. Don’t wait up…. I won’t be home
until late.”
    As if I’d get a wink of sleep before I heard
her come through the front door, but I don’t say this. “I won’t. Be
safe.”
    “Always.” Becca spins on her heels and she’s
off on her latest adventure.
    I sometimes wish I had her carefree spirit.
But then again, one of us has to keep their head on straight.
    Natalie stands up, interrupting my thoughts.
“I hope it works out well for you, Elizabeth. I’ve had a great
time, but its way past my bedtime. I’m going to head home now.”
    “Okay, hon.