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a large sip of a golden brown liquid which I guessed was whiskey.
    “Linda” , I said concisely and eluded his gaze.
    “Adam” , he answered and held out his hand to me. I reluctantly took it. It was warm and strong. And touching it went through me and gave me butterflies. He didn’t let go of my hand, but held it tight while laughing and pulled me closer. He then moved towards me and pushed me back against the door frame. His gaze penetrated into mine and I had to swallow heavily which he commented on with a coarse laugh.
    “ No need to worry, but even if I do like this body, we are standing in Alfred’s way.”
    In spite of my pulse being greatly accelerated, I managed to discover Alfred who moved a serving trolley past us and looked at me in such a way that sent a shiver down my spine.
    Adam took a step back again, but that didn’t do anything to change the heat that had engulfed my body. “So you’re Linda from England. Where do you come from exactly?”, he asked. I assumed he wanted to start some sort of conversation between us that wasn’t conducted by our bodies alone.
    “London” , I said with a hoarse voice. I drank my glass of sparkling wine in one go. And when Alfred passed us by again, I reached for the glass that he held out towards me. The ice in the glass made a faint clattering sound and I took a really large sip. The delicious Martini went down my esophagus and it felt like an ice cold glass of water on a very hot summer’s day.
    “ London, aha. And what do you do there?”
    How should I answer that question? I didn’t want to sound too boring. It was already embarrassing enough that I wasn’t one of those women who could talk freely and casually with any man. “So what are you doing here besides going to masked balls?”
    “Whiskey.”
    “Whiskey?”, I said amazed broaching the subject again.
    “ Yes we just have a small distillery, but our whiskey is very much in demand.” He held his glass against my lips. “Have a taste!” he demanded. And I did, even if I didn’t know what a good whiskey tasted like. I didn’t even know what a bad whiskey tasted like. Maybe I would never find out, because all I felt was the burning sensation in my throat which spread to my stomach. I coughed and he patted me on the back laughing. “It’s not everybody’s cup of tea.”
    I washed down the sharp, smoky taste with Martini and I didn’t notice that I was staring at his naked knee that appeared from under his kilt with a sigh.
    Adam gave me a lascivious grin when I looked up again. Maybe I was still red in the face from the whiskey.
    “Just don’t go getting any ideas ”, I scolded. I was slightly tipsy from the sparking wine and Martini as I didn’t usually drink. If all you did was work, there was little time left over for events where you would have a drink. And I hadn’t had much to eat in the last few hours either. “The Martini made me sigh.”
    “Of course it did” , he said and he had an even broader grin on his face.
    I squinted my eyes in anger because I was certain –
    or maybe I had talked myself into it – that the Martini had caused me to sigh. He stood in front of me and his broad chest was shaking with laughter. He then moved closer to me, lowered his lips to my ear and he brought with him the aroma of spicy aftershave and whiskey. “You make me sigh just as much which is why we probably won’t be able to hold a normal adult conversation anymore this evening.”
    Was that a clear proposal he had just made? My body appeared to think so: as if upon command, my stomach was in knots. The despair I felt about it made me angry at my body and not just at my body.
    “You don’t make me sigh at all.”
    “Not even a little bit?”, he whispered abrasively and his breath went across my face. He took my empty glass from me and his fingers brushed mine. As I could see from the glow in his eyes, this wasn’t completely unintentional. His eyes weren’t completely royal blue, I