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mistakes—over and over.

5
     
    The next afternoon, my phone rang.
    “Hello?” I asked, lying in bed.
    “It looks like I got your number after all.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Hello, Kyle.”
    He chuckled. “How are you?”
    Horrible, but I didn’t tell him that. “Good. You?”
    “Wonderful. Are you interested in a second interview?”
    “Is this a joke?” I asked.
    “No. Why?”
    “I don’t see why you would seriously consider me.”
    “Are you saying I’m making a mistake?”
    “No. I’m just surprised you would be interested in working with a woman who doesn’t have a problem tazing people.”
    He laughed. “So, you want that interview or what?”
    “Duh.”
    “Can you meet me at Le Rochelle’s at noon?”
    “We’re going to a restaurant?” I asked.
    “Yes. Interviews don’t always have to be in the office.”
    “Okay. I’ll be there.”
    “Good. I look forward to seeing you, Ms. Gallagher.”
    “Bye.”
    “Bye.”
    I walked into my room and searched for a nice outfit. I had one of Janet’s dresses so I decided to wear that. It was black and a respectable length. I combined it with a cardigan so it wouldn’t look too fancy.
    When I reached the restaurant, Kyle was already sitting by the window. He nodded to me when I walked inside, and I approached his table.
    Kyle stood up, wearing a suit that looked just as expensive as the one he wore the other day. His tie was yellow, lightning up his outfit. His eyes had the brightest color I’d ever seen. He had a small smile on his face. The light hair on his chin was hard to see, but nonetheless present. I had to admit he was a very gorgeous man. I couldn’t see his body under his clothes, but I could tell it was nothing less than perfect. His back was strong and straight. His hips were narrow and his legs were lean and long. I imagined what his naked chest looked like but I forced it to the back of my mind. When I came closer, he extended his hand and I shook it. I immediately noticed the scent of his cologne, manly and sweet.
    “It’s nice to see you again,” he said as he pulled out my chair.
    I looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to do that. “It’s nice to see you as well.” After I sat down, he helped me push the chair in before he sat across from me. The table was small and intimate. I was very close to him, almost too close. I felt his foot touch mine under the table briefly before he moved away. Kyle leaned back in the chair, his shoulders wider than the chair he sat in.
    “You look lovely,” he said.
    “Thank you. Your tie is nice.” I wasn’t sure why I said that. He gave me a compliment so I felt like I should reciprocate.
    He smiled. “Thank you. It’s my favorite color.”
    “Yellow is your favorite color?” I asked, surprised.
    “What’s wrong with that?”
    “Nothing,” I said. “It’s just a feminine color.”
    “So? I like the color. It looks good with my suits, stands out.”
    “Are you a fashion expert?”
    “I do work for a magazine,” he said as he stared at me. “I need to look presentable.”
    I looked down at the menu, feeling his gaze on my face. It was an Italian bistro with a wide variety of selections. I decided to get a salad because I wasn’t hungry at all. I was too nervous to feel an appetite. Normally, I would eat like a pig but I didn’t think that would be wise on an interview.
    “What are you ordering?” he asked.
    “A Greek salad.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you weren’t like the girls in the office.”
    “I’m not,” I said quickly. “I’m just not hungry.”
    “Then you shouldn’t have eaten before you came.”
    I glared at him. “You called me half an hour ago.”
    “What time did you have breakfast? At ten?” he asked.
    I shook my head and ignored the question.
    “So, what’d you do last night?” He placed his elbows on the table and leaned toward me, his smell wafting into my nostrils. Kyle adjusted his tie then looked out the