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when away from their wives so they could appear single. But there was no tan line either, so it seemed safe. She liked his nice, strong-looking hands, clean nails, smooth, even skin, close, fresh haircut. Even through his suit jacket it was obvious that he worked out—his chest was
on point
. The scent of his cologne was ambrosia. She needed to see his shoes. Dutch said you could always tell a successful man by what was on his feet. Moving her chair back, she pretended to drop something and looked under the table. He was wearing a pair of stylish, expensive soft black leather loafers. Smiling to herself, she returned to her upright position at the table, wanting to ask about the cologne, which by now had inebriated her senses, but deciding against it because of her womanly pride.
    Say something, dammit!
she screamed to him in her head.
I know you’re interested
. She could tell by the way he had approached her. Looking around she could see that there were plenty of seats available, even a few vacant tables, however, he had chosen to invade her space. She laughed to herself and wondered,
Why must we all play these childish games?
Okay, fine, she’d break the silence.
    “Excuse me, what’s that cologne you’re wearing?”
    “Oh, it’s Unforgivable by P. Diddy. Not sure if I like it or not, but my sister got it for me. Do you like it?” His broad smile made Skylar blush like a teenage schoolgirl.
    “Why, yes, I do.” Looking up at him with doe-like eyes, she returned his smile, hoping this would reopen the door for a more in-depth conversation. But he only thanked her and resumed fidgeting with his BlackBerry.
    Oh no, he doesn’t!
an annoyed Skylar thought to herself. She wouldn’t say another word to this pompous jerk. The next few moments seemed like hours going by, and nothing else was uttered between the two. Skylar couldn’t keep her mind focused on the book. She could have sworn she had read the last paragraph three times. Checking her watch, she noticed that the lunch break would be over soon and was determined she’d leave “Mr. Right” wishing he had said more to her. Thoughts of Dutch came into her mind. He usedto tell her not to jump to conclusions. “Things aren’t always what they appear,” he’d say.
    Stealing another glance at him, she reasoned that perhaps he was just trying to be respectable and not too forward. She despised pushy men, anyway. But somehow she knew he wasn’t that way. No, this was a decent man. One she hoped to know better.
    “Gosh, it looks as though it’s time to go back inside,” Skylar offered.
    Still not looking away from his BlackBerry, Sidney told her he thought he was done for today, especially after receiving an email that needed his immediate attention.
    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I hope it isn’t bad news,” she said.
    “No, nothing like that, but I probably need to take care of it sooner than later.” He started to gather his briefcase, turned off his phone, and excused himself. And with that, “Mr. Perfect,” “The One,” was gone, probably for good.
    Watching him walk away, it suddenly occurred to Skylar that she didn’t even know his name. “How rude!” she said loud enough just for her own ears. For a second she even thought about calling out something—anything—to him. But what? Inquire about his cologne again? Tell him that she wanted to get it for Dutch? Yeah, that’s it. …. No. She nixed that idea with a chuckle because she knew very well that Dutch only wore Old Spice, a scent he’d enjoyed as long as she could remember. Too late now anyway, her Prince Charming was disappearing among the bevy of pedestrians going in all directions.
    Returning to the seminar, she mechanically sat through the last half, oblivious to anything that was going on or being said. Embarrassed, she quietly cursed herself for being so smitten with the handsome stranger.
    Later that evening, while readying herself for bed, Skylar heard her cellphone ring.