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    “Shy?  I don’t believe it.  I don’t believe that someone who approaches a girl on the street and offers them money for a weekend is shy.”
    “I’ve been wanting to say hello for some time…”
    “Really?” I laugh out loud at the idea of having a secret admirer.
    “I saw you once in the restaurant but you didn’t serve me.  So I started coming to that restaurant every Friday night for month.  I looked at you from afar until the night you served me but that was also the night you quit.”
    I remembered seeing him but he was always sitting in the exclusive part of the restaurant where I was usually not allowed to go.  But last Friday night, the usual waitress called in sick and it gave me a chance to work the more expensive tables. 
    I was too consumed by bad relationships, a bad boss and a bad apartment to consider that the most handsome man in the room might fall for me.
    That would be too wild even for a dream.
    “Why didn’t you just come and talk to me?”
    “It was…I just...” his vulnerability is now clear. 
    I can see it in his eyes.
    “You are too cute, just tell me why…” I trailed off, trying to encourage him and give him the chance to speak candidly.
    “It’s sort of foolish,” he started but eventually his courage kicked in, “I guess my inner child took over, and I got scared of rejection. It was only once I heard that you were fired that I decided I had to do something.  If you didn’t get fired, we might have never met.”
    “Well, we got a chance after your indecent proposal...” I reached across the table and squeezed his hand in a reassuring way.
    He smiled as if he wasn’t agreeing with my comment and then pulled his hand away.
    What was there not to agree with?
    What isn’t indecent about approaching girl and asking her to exchange money for sex?
    “How’d you make all the money?” I tried to change the conversation to avoid the uncomfortable moment.
    It was a fair question. 
    The man had more money than he knew what to do with, and showed no evidence of inheriting any of it.  I sipped my coffee slowly, waiting for him to answer. 
    “I created and developed an app that allowed storage and real time sending of detailed medical vitals directly to the devices of doctors,” Damon explained, “I had buyers from the big pharmacy investors to groups of doctors courting me. It was pretty hectic for a while and they were all throwing money at me to buy it outright.  But I retained ownership of the application because for me, it was more about saving lives than making money.”
    “But you made money out of it?”
    “A lot of money,” he smiled, “And I’m pretty proud of where I am today.” 
    He held out his cup of coffee in an awkward toast.
    “That’s impressive,” I responded. 
    “I used that money to invest in other things, and now I’m the major shareholder in a lot of different businesses.  I try to spend a lot of time with up-and-comers and teach them how to become successful.”
    The rest of the evening was chock full of fun talk and laughter between us.  It was only a matter of time before the real Damon came out.  He was fun, lovable, creative, sophisticated and well educated.  His vast variety of interests ranged from wine to cars to beautiful art and theater.
    I came to know the kind man - the loving man beneath the businessman who hired people to do so much work for him. 
    After the best coffee I have ever tasted, we returned to mansion, driven by his driver. 
    I knew what was coming next… and it excited me.

 
    Chapter 7
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    We retreated to one of the lounge rooms where Damon brought out another bottle of wine.  Numerous glasses were consumed and we continued to talk for many hours about anything and everything.  Eventually we relaxed enough to curl up together, cuddling. 
    We became relaxed enough to kiss and touch to the point where the both of us were panting and near