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klutz.  I did okay, but I knew I needed more practice.  I was hopeful we wouldn’t be doing much walking. 
    I wore the small one carat diamond studs my mom gave me at my graduation, and also a string of pearls my grandmother had given me directly from the waters of Korea that granddad had commissioned while he’d been in the war.  I was ready, and anxious, but also excited.

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Omar buzzed me, or rather, one of his guards did, and then he waited and escorted me out to the waiting limo.  I stalled and gaped.  I’d seen big cars, but none this long, or this lavish.  It was most definitely a Rolls Royce and it seemed to take up the entire block in front of our building.  I was careful as I walked to it and the door was opened.  Omar was seated and waiting for me.
    He put up his hand, so he could see me before I sat down. He took his time and I grew uncomfortable, but I stood there, waiting for his command to enter the spacious interior of the car.  He took me in from head to toe and the nod of approval he gave me was all I needed.  I knew I’d pleased him, and I was thrilled on the inside. 
    He patted the soft leather seat and I settled in next to him.  He leaned to my ear, and he sniffed me, then he made a sound best described as immense delight.  He whispered, “You are beautiful, Anna.  You cause me to salivate.”
    If he only knew! All of me is watering at the sight of you . My voice was much too breathy, “Thank you, Omar.  You are stunning.” I blushed; I didn't mean to say that to him directly.  I amended with, “You always look so handsome.”
    He grinned and said something in a language I didn’t know, then the car pulled out into traffic and we were off.  His battalion of men must have been in a separate car because we were alone.  He settled his hand on my stockinged thigh, and then he slid it to the hem of my dress, which was much shorter than I was used to wearing.  Thankfully I had on, not only the pantyhose, but I’d also bought a really nice lace bra and panty set.  My breath hitched at what his hand was doing to my inner thigh, and my décolletage jiggled seductively.
    “Where are we going?” I asked, trying to hide what my body was doing in preparation for this hulking man with his hand on my leg. 
    “Les Salons Bernardin.”
    My hand flew to my mouth and I gasped, “There is a two year wait!”
    He smiled and tipped his head, “I am a very powerful man Anna, very powerful.”
    I know, I feel you, I’m putty in your hands .  “Omar, you overwhelm me.”
    “As it should be my dear, as it should be.” He petted at my leg and pulled me closer to his side.  I complied.  “I fear my dear that you affect me deeply as well.”  His hand travelled up and under the hem of my dress.  I grabbed his wrist, which was immense and I felt his heartbeat.  I pushed his hand down closer to my knee. He grinned again, but minded my unspoken decree.
    When we arrived at the restaurant it was as if he were the president, or royalty.  I again felt dazed at the display of wealth and influence, along with his continued undivided attention, as his men gathered in formation around us and escorted us inside the building.  We were taken upstairs to a private area meant for one large party of people.  A private setting with what appeared to be our own private chef.  After his men took up positions around the room, it was just me and Omar.
    There were four waiters just for us and Omar did all the ordering.  Wine was brought, and then appetizers, and then more wine.  There was also a honey colored liquid in a beautiful glass decanter, and after eating a few items from thehors d'oeuvre tray, he asked if I wanted any Jura.  I didn’t know what Jura was, but it sounded good, and looked tantalizing, so I indicated just a little with my index finger and thumb. 
    He gave me twice that much, and then told me it was an exclusive Scots Whisky with anise overtones.  I sipped mine