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quickly, touching up my mascara and lip gloss right when the doorbell rings. I take a few deep breaths, calming myself. Keep it together! It is just sex, and it’s definitely not your first time.
    I open the door and see Grayson standing there looking better than I remembered. He is wearing dark jeans, a white tee hugging all his muscles, and his cowboy boots. Damn, those are oddly hot. His eyes gaze into mine and his sexy smile is plastered on his face. I feel that electricity I felt last night again and succumb to it for a minute, feeling what it would be like to let my guard down. Too risky, too painful.
    When I look closer at him, I notice he’s holding a box and a bag. “Hi,” I breathe trying to sound confident but falling short.
    “Hey Mia. Like promised, I skipped straight to dessert. I hope you like champagne and chocolate cake.” He is totally mocking me. He planned this out that even though I wouldn’t go out on a date with him, he’d bring the date here. He is slick, I’ll give him that much.
    “Yeah, of course. Come in. You know the way to the kitchen,” I say sarcastically.
    “I sure do,” he smiles and leads the way.
    I can’t believe he showed up with all this. I should’ve listened to my gut about him. If I was torn, confused, about what I was feeling I shouldn’t have invited him to come over. I’m not looking for this, but I guess life throws us curve balls and we have to learn to swing or we strike out. I am not ready to strike out. I straighten my back and release my lip from my teeth. I get myself under control and turn on the charm.
    “You really didn’t have to bring this, but thank you. I do love champagne.” I grab two glasses from the cupboard as he pops the bottle with perfection.
    We drink our champagne and eat chocolate cake in comfortable silence just like this morning. I feel at ease and relax into the moment.
    “So… what do you do?” Grayson asks trying to start conversation; probably ease into what we both know tonight is leading up to.
    “I’m an editor for Rave Magazine. Hopefully by Monday morning, I’ll have my column. I just interviewed Alexandre Campbell, an amazing designer, and it was my green light to writing instead of editing. That’s what I truly love.” I explain feeling completely confident talking about my career. My career has been my life for so many years, since I started college and busted my ass to get to this point.
    “That’s cool. How long have you been workin’ for Rave?”
    “About a year and a half. I moved to Portland when I graduated from the University of Oregon with the job offer. It’s been my dream since I can remember.” I smile proudly.
    “Seems like you’ve set your career path perfectly. So besides your career, who is Mia?”
    “I’ve always taken my career very seriously. What do you do? What brought this southern boy out to the northwest?” I ask, avoiding his prying question.
    “A job offer as well. Guess we have something in common. I moved here from my hometown in South Carolina ‘bout nine months ago.”
    “What do you do?”
    “I’m an architect. So why don’t you date?” He asks his prying questions again trying to get inside my head.
    “What do you do as an architect? Are you good at your job?” I avoid him just as quickly as he tried to get inside my head.
    “I am good at it. I manage different construction sites and assist in the designs. Stop avoiding my question. I know what you’re doing. I want to get to know you. What’s your deal? Do you have daddy issues?” He says bluntly. I gape at him annoyed.
    Who the fuck does he think he is to say that?! I scowl furiously. “No!” I exclaim. “Who the hell are you to say that?”
    “I didn’t mean to offend you. I just want to understand you better. I’ve never felt the need to get to know someone as much as I feel with you.” His eyes are wary and unsure, turning green. He looks nervous.
    I bite my lip unsure of what to say next. I feel