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lumping in my throat.  I can do this.  My head is filled with a searing vision of our hot sex and my repeated proclamations of satisfaction.  I know it sounds ridiculous, but I’ve just never liked the "O" word.  So, that's my phrase, and I’m sticking to it!
    Lord, I need another drink.  It’s liquid courage, to be more specific.  I leave the precious numbers on the bed and drift off toward a bar stocked with every hard liquor I can imagine.  I'm more of a wine drinker; so the mountain of scotch, tequila, whiskey, and vodka is looking a tad bit intimidating.
    I reach for Cabernet, but realize that would be like putting a double-A battery in a Honda.  I need something MUCH stronger.  So, I push the bottle back into the amber colored liquid fill the shot glass.  I take a gulp of the toxic tonic, putting off the decision for just a few more minutes.
    As I round the corner back to the bedroom, however, fear overpowers my excitement.  I sit heavily down on the king-size mattress.  I know I shouldn't be acting like a drunken high school girl, but I just can't seem to help myself.  I have to admit I am feeling low in self-confidence.
    Why didn't I get that makeover I had my heart set on last year?
    Here I sit with a bad manicure, a God-awful pedicure, and I don't even want to consider my undergarments.  So, I take another gulp and ask Mr. Jack Daniels to help me press pause on the embarrassment building in my mind and play for the sensation of Mr. CEO's wet lips on my neck.
    OK -- I'll make a list...  The Dos and Don'ts of calling Jake Stearns.
    Do -- I get to see him again and spend Christmas Eve with him.  That gets two thumbs up!
    Don't --Fall in love with a man with whom I’ll never have a chance -- and find myself a homeless wino from depression.  The rush of fantasy of just one night ends up being so good it leaves me incapable of living a full life without him.
    Okay, that may be a bit dramatic...
    I squeeze my eyes shut, and take a quick breath.  I punch the numbers -- and with each ring, my compulsion grows to throw the phone out the window.
    Then, it happens.  He answers!  I panic - choke.  I begin to set the phone down and run from it like it's an angry dog.  Then I hear, "Jillian…is this is you?"
    I rapidly pick up the phone and slam it against my cheek.
    "Hello..." I say softly.
    "You are dialing me with your ass, aren't you?"
    Oh boy. I'm never going to live this down.
    "No, no...definitely not," I stammer.
    "So, have you completed your history lesson with your grandmother yet?" He is so matter-of-fact.
    I pause for a second and remember my ridiculous sarcasm.
    "No, unfortunately, she skipped me this year," I say.  "How about you?  What are you doing tonight?" I ask cautiously.
    "Me?  Oh, I have just been making the rounds about town.  I delivered a few presents, but I can't stop thinking about you," he says with the charm I had only fantasized about.
    "You...umm...can't?"
    Seriously, I need to work on my comebacks.  This is getting downright pathetic.
    "I mean, you’ve been thinking about me?" I ask in disbelief.
    "Yes, Jillian.  I have been thinking about you...a lot.  I need to see you again." His command is so strong I can feel it through the phone.  "Isn't that why you called me?"
    "Yes...Yes.  Yes, I'd like that, too," I admit.
    "Well, what are you doing right now?" He asks.
    "Up until right now, drinking Jack Daniels -- which I never do -- and trying get the courage to call you..."
    "I'm glad to see ol' J.D. could deliver,” he says with a chuckle.
    "Yeah...I guess it worked, huh?"
    "Why don't you keep drinking until I get there?" He says this without an invitation.
    "Get here?  You are coming over?"  I ask.
    "Yes, where are you?"
    "I'm in a love shack."
    Dear God, please let me take that back.  Jack Daniels has officially confiscated my brain!
    "You are in a WHAT?"
    "Ummm...I mean…I'm in a cabin.  A girlfriend from high school is letting me stay here for the