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Turks and Caicos. Wow, he was a real arrogant dick, I concluded. If my sister knew what he'd just proposed to me, if she walked in and saw us like this, she would have my head. Mike would have Louis' balls. My mother would have a stroke and my dad would just shoot him point blank.
    I collected myself and answered his slimy comment. "My name is Emily Marcus, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bruel, right? I usually don't leave the country with men that don't know my name or haven't at least had coffee with." That elicited yet another panty dropping, dimple showing smile. That smirk should've been illegal. He really was too gorgeous to be real.
    "Emily, call me Louis. Mr. Bruel on your lips makes me sound like a molester," he said, almost into my mouth.
    He was so close that if I moved even to take in a breath I would've collided with his mouth.
    "I accept your coffee offer. Let's go, little girl."
    Oh. My. God! Louis Bruel wanted to have coffee with me! His dark eyes had the sexiest little sparkle when he smiled. He was even more beautiful up close and personal. I could definitely get used to that smile and that face. If this was a dream, I didn't want anyone to wake me.
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    Coffee at the Grand Hotel lobby was spent mostly in comfortable silence. The feel of the place was chic, sophisticated and exclusive—very Louis Bruel. Even the music filtering in was like nothing I've even heard before; it was smooth and sexy but you could still dance to the underlying beat. This place was definitely not my cup of tea, or coffee, in this case. The tables were tiny. I was sitting next to him trembling on the inside, yet desperately trying to appear calm, cool, and collected for his sake. I was even sitting on my hands, to stop myself from fidgeting with the cappuccino. Clearly that was the dumbest move ever; I only managed to shove my boobs forward and accentuate my raised nipples. He was trying hard not look down, but he failed miserably. I think I even saw him salivating. I released my hands from under me and went back to playing with my beverage. I was struggling to figure out what in the world am I doing with Louis Bruel alone at a hotel?
    We were sitting close together and smiling quietly, drinking in one another. After two hours and two cups of coffee, Louis finally asked, "Emily, would you let me take you to dinner upstairs? I'd love to know what's been floating around in that pretty little head of yours."
    I didn't feel in a hurry to part from my dream boyfriend. I didn't know any more about Louis than I knew two hours prior. I wanted to accept his dinner invitation, but first I had to make sure of something, "Louis, you want to have a real dinner with me, like in a restaurant with food, not go up to one of the hotel rooms, right?"
    He smiled, got up, extended his hand to me and said, "No bed, just food." As I got up and took his hand he added lasciviously, "For now!"
    I really wasn't that hungry, and even if I were, I don't think I could've eaten a thing with Louis Bruel watching my every move. I needed to grow up, find my confidence, and ask him everything that was spinning around in my mush of a brain.
    Once he ordered us a few dishes to share, I asked him, in a very prim and proper tone, "Louis, tell me a little about you."
    He hadn't yet looked away from me. Still smiling, he answered, "Nothing really to tell. What you see is what you get. Do you like what you see?"
    The smile plastered on my face since we sat down dropped and died. I didn't like the feeling I got in my gut from his reply. He suddenly felt as genuine as a used car salesman. I realized that maybe I should stick with my "make believe" version of Louis Bruel. Make believe was more my speed and was also set to mute most of the time. I smiled my fake smile and nodded at his generic line. Time for me to pack my cards up and go, I thought sadly. I didn't sleep around with random boys or men. I wasn't one of those girls, as much as I would've loved to