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finally doing what I wanted to do so I had been chomping at the bit to hit the ground running.
    Plus I would get to see Vanni again, and just thinking about it made my heart skip a beat. Two weeks after I published my article I received a bouquet of flowers that were signed, “ Till next time. V .” There were emails and text messages that grew more random as the band’s schedule filled, but started again in earnest with a special call on my birthday at the end of October.
    He was funny, he was sweet. Though he was a huge flirt he was also kind and romantic. He’d venture into sexual innuendo but willing to walk right back out again when I’d change the subject. He was smart enough to talk on most any subject, so even though there was an undercurrent of sexual interest there was also a foundation of friendship.
    At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But there were just as many nights after a phone call I needed a long, cold shower to get to sleep.
    By December I knew it wasn’t a matter of if I would sleep with him, it was when.
    And his twenty-ninth birthday seemed like the perfect occasion. He had dropped hints beforehand as to what kind of gift I could give him, and what kind of gift he wanted. I gave as good as I got, teasing him with no real commitment as to where our relationship would go from there.
    Alana’s words rang as true in my ears as Iris’s warning when she called just a week prior to iron out the details of the trip. I casually mentioned I had decided to book a hotel room as opposed to stay with her, and my lovely friend quickly read between the lines. She reiterated Alana’s warning about the rocker limitations. Vanni was a nice distraction, but totally not boyfriend material.
    I laughed it off, and assured her that I had no interest in becoming another notch on Vanni’s belt. But this time my suitcase held six pieces of clothing instead of just five. The present I had planned for Vanni would be wrapped in satin and lace of his favorite color – blue, of course – and it would be something I’d encourage him to take his time unwrapping.
    Who was looking for a boyfriend? Sleeping with Vanni, especially on the verge of his successful career, would simply be an interesting story someday.
    I wasn’t falling for the man. That was impossible. I barely knew him. But I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him, and there were few other reasons required to explore that kind of attraction in modern America. I renewed my birth control and bought some condoms – a must for any sexually active adult – and figured I was a big enough girl to take whatever else that followed.
    But as each day raced toward the trip my daydreams became even more complex and involved. I indulged fantasies in just about any kind of romantic scenario that would surely make this week the week of my life.
    No pressure.
    The scent of flowers hit me immediately when I opened the door of my hotel room, which overlooked Central Park. The huge floral display sitting on the desk took me off guard, but immediately warmed my heart. I became giddy… breathless. It hit me that soon I would finally be in his arms after months of thinking and fantasizing about it. I ripped the message out of the tiny envelope, hungry to hear that he was as excited about this prospect as I was.
    My balloon promptly deflated when I read the message and realized the large flower bouquet was fr om Jasper and not Vanni at all.
    It was a small price to pay for my services, but he was definitely greasing the wheels for my semi-volunteer status for his new pet band. Iris had already warned me that I’d be the an industry darling as long as I was willing to work for free, but that my services would only be valued on the price I was willing to put on them.
    With a sigh I put the card back in the envelope. I checked my phone for the hundredth time but no one texted me upon my arrival. This was odd for someone like Iris, but probably more commonplace for someone like