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                                                              Chapter Three  
      I parke d my car in Damien’s driveway releasing a sigh of determination and anxiety. Tonight was the night we had both been waiting for and little by little my nerves were getting the best of me. I started fearing my lack of experience. I mean I was no virgin, but my experience was not even a page long. I had many fantasies, even more now with Damien in the picture, but I have never experimented as much as I would have liked to. Finding someone I wanted to experiment with and someone I could trust was very hard to come be. Now was my chance, to take a chance.
    I brushed off my nerves and stepped out of my car. I rang the doorbell, quickly smoothing out my hair. Seconds later Damien’s wonderf ul scent was filling my nose as he opened the door.
    “Hey beautiful.” He pulled me close to him and kissed me gently yet eagerly. The effect of the kiss left me breathless. Leaving me to almost inaudibly whisper, “Hi.” He put his hand in mine and led me into his house. Feeling the overwhelming desire to head straight for his bedroom consumed me, but the wonderful aroma of well-seasoned seafood ambushed me and erased that thought.
    “You cooked?” I sounded more shocked than I intended to.
    “Please, don’t sound so shocked,” he said sarcastically. I smiled back at him, as we entered the kitchen. “I do dabble in the kitchen from time to time. And I know you love seafood.”
    “That I do.” I could see some of the food was still cooking on the stove as I looked around.
    “I set up the table for us to eat outside on the balcony. I hope that’s okay.”
    “Actually that’s perfect, its so beautiful out tonight.” I followed him outside.
    The set up was so beautiful. The table had little candles placed in a glass vase, and yellow rose petals scattered it. Damien poured us a glass of wine, from the bottle of Mascoto he had set aside in a bucket of ice. He’d set a perfect romantic tone for the night.
    “Have you been a romantic all this time and just been holding out on me?” I asked walking to the railing to admire the view.
    “What can I say, you bring out the best in me Catalina,” he whispered in my ear as he came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. The heat of his body surrounded me, but he sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I wanted him to take me right then and there. But I knew that wasn’t part of his plan. Tonight was our first night together and he wanted to do it right. Spontaneous balcony sex would happen later on down the line, and I was okay with that.
    “What are you thinking about?”
    “Nothing,” I lied. “Just admiring the view.”
    “I can tell when you’re lying Catalina. Your face expression changes and your body gets tense.” I turned my head to look at him. His tone was serious but there was a smirk on his face.
    “You’re very attentive Mr. Cox.”
    “I’m a lot of things when it comes to you sweetheart.”
    “Really, like wha t?” He turned me around so we’d be facing each. The intense look in his eyes fueled the fire of desire between us.
    “ With you I’m a hopeless romantic, attentive, protective, and sometimes I find myself getting a little jealous.” The last part surprised me and the confusion in his voice told me he was as well. He was protective of me and I loved that. As strong as he was I knew he was fully capable of protecting me. And him being so observant made me feel like he truly cared enough to pay attention and that he wanted to make me happy.
    “Why and when do you get jealous?” I found myself asking. I honestly was just curious, and I wanted to pick through his mind.
    He gently caressed my cheek as he said, “You are a beautiful woman Catalina, inside and out. Men tend to stare, and I