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    The kitchen, like the rest of the house, was unbelievable.  It looked like something you’d see in an upscale restaurant, with every gadget you could imagine wanting to work with.  A long breakfast bar stretched over the expanse, and he held out a stylish high rise chair at it.  “I’m going to make some coffee, would you like a cup?”
    I nodded, still not sure how to talk to him or even what we had to talk about.  We obviously came from two different worlds.  Watching him work the bean grinder of his coffee maker, I enjoyed the simple action because a man in a kitchen was somewhat of a turn on.  He obviously knew what he was doing because a few minutes later, he sat two steaming hot cups of coffee down on the island bar.
    “Cream or sugar?” Having him waiting on me seemed out of place and I couldn’t stop the grin from forming as I nodded.  “That’s beautiful, baby, I like you smiling.” He turned away and pulled a silver container out of the refrigerator that I assumed was the milk, since he grabbed it and a small sugar bowl, placing them in front of me.
    I focused on doctoring my coffee when he sat down beside me, because I still didn’t know what to say to him. When I fixed it the way I enjoyed and took a deep sip, I fell in love with his brew station.  “This is really good.”  I was a coffee fanatic and that was putting it lightly. 
    He shrugged at my compliment and drank his beverage while studying me.  “So, how were you still a virgin?” His hands cupped the mug and my thoughts went completely down the wrong path, wondering how it would feel to have those hands cupping my breasts again.
    Trying not to let my need show, I focused on my drink.  “I don’t know.  Never really wanted to take that leap before.”  Why my libido kicked in with him made no sense to me, so I certainly couldn’t explain it.
    “How old are you?” The intensity in those sexy blue eyes went up a notch and I couldn’t hold his stare.
    “Twenty-One, but I have a birthday next week.” I could only assume he might be worried I was underage since the relief that filled his face was clearly visible.
    “Have you had sex with women?” He asked the question casually, and I felt like he was trying to read me.
    “No.  Just because I haven’t jumped into bed with men doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian.” I rolled my eyes at his question and wondered if all men thought the same thing.
    “Don’t get defensive.  You won’t like me in that mood.  I’m just trying to understand you better.” 
    His tone wasn’t threatening, which made his words seem even more profound.  For reasons I couldn’t contemplate, I believed what he said.  The bitchy attitude I felt rising simmered down almost instantly.  It was a rare thing for me to not rebel against anyone trying to assert authority.  “I’m not that interesting.”
    “Something tells me you are, but since you obviously believe that I won’t hold it against you.” The smirk on his face made me think he was joking, but something in his words rang true.
    “And how would you hold something against me?” Feeling a little braver now that we were having an actual conversation, my lips upturned in a smirk of my own.
    “Let’s just say if you were mine, I’d reddened that sexy little ass of yours and make you think twice about talking negatively about yourself.”  He took another drink of his coffee, while holding my gaze, and again I got the feeling he was studying me, waiting for a reaction.
    His words shocked me, and I wondered for a brief second what it will feel like to have him spank me.  The thought was wicked in itself because I never considered myself to have any sexual perversions.  “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not yours then.”  I played off his comment like it was a joke, not knowing what else to do.
    He didn’t seem impressed as I laughed softly and if anything his stare became more intense.  “Perhaps you should consider the