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The portions were small, almost appetizer-sized for it was the intent that patrons would order several and share the dishes.
    “Hungry?” Paul asked.
    “Very,” she admitted and he smiled.
    “I like a woman who knows her mind. Want to pick three and I’ll pick three?”
    Carmen nodded, proceeded to choose a combination of Mexican, Thai and Chinese appetizers and Paul complimented her choices by adding a Greek hummus dip and more Mexican food.
    “I think we got a little bit of everything,” he said after the waiter had taken their orders and brought over a bottle of wine, a hearty merlot to go with all of their choices.
    Paul poured the wine and watched over the rim of his glass as she took a sip and licked a drop from her lips. Lord, how he wanted to lean over and taste them for himself. Instead, he set down his glass and asked, “I understand you work for Connie’s husband.”
    She nodded and looked up at the waiter as he laid the first few plates on the table. “Yes, I do. Victor is a great guy.”
    Carmen pointed to the dishes. “Which would you like first?”
    You, he wanted to say, but held back, motioning instead to the skewers of chicken with
sate
sauce on the bed of sesame noodles. “Some of that would be good.”
    She served him some, then took a skewer and noodles for herself. She bit into the grilled chicken with her perfect white teeth and tore off a small piece.
    Paul bit into his own chicken and savored the peanutty taste of the sauce. “This is good,” he said and when he looked up, she had a forkful of the noodles in front of him. “Try these.”
    He grabbed her hand and held the fork steady as he placed his mouth over the noodles, slipping them off her fork. “Delicious,” he said and as their gazes met, he knew she was recollecting Christmas Eve night for she blushed.
    “Really good,” she replied, her voice slightly husky, and returned to her meal.
    The waiter chose that moment to bring over more of the plates they had ordered and they returned to sampling the various entrees, sharing forkfuls and bites of each other’s meals. Talking and laughing in between.
    As she finished with the last tidbit from her plate, sat back and wiped her mouth with a napkin, Paul thought of all of the famous erotic eating scenes from the movies.
Tom Jones
.
Flashdance
. She had beat every one of them tonight with the sheer exuberance of her character and her innocent, but sensual appreciation of all that was around her.
    “Was it good for you?” he teased again, not sure of what it was about her that made him feel free. Uninhibited. He had spent a lifetime growing up with a list of rules and regulations about everything and anything, trying to be the gentleman of which his parents would approve. The lady sitting across from him seemed to care not a whit about any of those rules, and yet she was a lady in every sense of the word.
    She blushed and sipped the last of the wine, but her hand trembled as she did so. “The
food
,” she stressed, “was very good.”
    A deep chuckle worked out of him. “I’m glad. I thought we’d go for a walk, maybe get dessert later.”
    Carmen nodded and after he had paid the check, they walked down to the main level of CocoWalk. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, bringing her close to his side as they continued onward in the direction of the Mayfair. At the corner, there was a pedestrian mall between CocoWalk and the restaurant which boasted more shops and eating establishments. They turned into the mall and strolled from window to window, checking everything out.
    Carmen enjoyed the feel of his tall strong body next to hers. With his height, she had given in and slipped on her three inch heels, but they still brought her head to just about his shoulder level, for he was a good six-foot two, if not more. She wondered how they had ever paired him up with her tiny sister for any kind of physical test and was amazed her sister had somehow bested him. She got the