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would kind of kill that.” I’m nauseous at the thought of running into him...possibly soon.
    “Shelby, as long as I’ve known you, I’ve never seen a guy have this effect on you, so why are you letting him? What makes him so different than any other guy? He puts his pants on one leg at a time, just like the rest of them.” I smile at her when she finishes her little pep talk. I appreciate what she said and I know it’s true. He’s just a guy and I need to keep reminding myself of this one simple fact. He's just a guy.
    “Thanks, Hailey. What would I do without you?” I squeeze her to me in a quick hug.
    “Okay chickie, it’s time to get to work. Why don’t you start out with handing out appetizers, they’re much easier to maneuver than balancing the champagne trays?”
    “Yes, thank you for having mercy on me and my uncoordinated self.”
    “I’ve always got your back Shelb.” Hailey gives me a fist bump and a wink before I follow her to the kitchen to get a tray of hors d'oeuvres. She grabs a circular champagne filled tray before walking down a long hallway toward the front of the house, where the party is being held. These older houses have nooks and crannies and chopped up rooms. They don’t have the flowing open floor plans that make entertaining easy. I’m going to have to make sure that I make my way through all these spaces so I don’t miss any guests that might be looking for a quieter atmosphere. We start out in the large living room that’s located to the left of the main entryway. It’s decorated with an eclectic mix of new and antique items. There’s a brown leather sectional, covered in brightly colored pillows and it provides the majority of the seating in the room. There’s a large brick fireplace with floral patterned slipper chairs, flanking either side of it. The end tables look like authentic antiques that could’ve been here in this house for the last two hundred years. The glass lamps that top them are also antiques but not that old as they’re wired for electricity. There are people standing around at different intervals and some seated on the comfortable looking couch. I make sure I offer the bite size samples to all before moving on to the next room, which is directly across from this one. It’s smaller in size and looks like it may be used as a theater room. The furniture is more laid back and there’s a large television mounted on the wall. The shelves of a corner cabinet are filled with DVD's and there’s a large bookcase situated on an adjacent wall, and it’s overflowing with well-read books. If I weren't working this event, I would love to take my time lingering over the various titles. I stare at the shelves longingly before making my way to the next person.
          “Would you like an appetizer?” I ask as I approach the man standing to the side of the bookcase. He turns his head, locking eyes with me and I gasp out loud. Of course, it’s Professor Fucking Hanlon. Fuck my life. I hear Hailey’s voice in my head telling me he’s just like every other man and I decide to act as if he doesn’t bother me at all.
          “Hello Professor, would you like an appetizer?” I don’t smile at him...I keep my face as blank and expression free as I can manage, which is no small task for someone as naturally animated as I am. Our eyes are locked together and I can’t seem to look away. It’s as if I’m being compelled against my will. Compelled, really? This isn’t Harry freaking Potter.
    “Yes Shelby, I would,” He answers me, the timbre of his voice is so deep that it sends vibrations down my spine causing goosebumps to erupt all over me. Even my nipples have pebbled as a result and I can only hope that the black vest I borrowed from Hailey is keeping that fact well hidden from him. He reaches his hand toward the tray and it’s as if it’s happening in slow motion. It’s as though time has somehow slowed down and every millisecond in his company is