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school and college; no
real steady girlfriends, all-boy high school and I played sports. In college, I
liked a lot of girls and did my fair share of partying.” Flashing me one of his
winning smiles, he made my heart hum. “What about you? Upstate all your life?
Siblings? High school sweetheart? Wild parties in college? Tell me all your
dirt.” I loved that wink he gave me.
    “Only child. Upstate all my life until I left for college to
study art. I was very focused in school, not really interested in the boyfriend
thing. I was a bit shy, but in college I blossomed.” I giggled as I rephrased,
“Or I should say a Lily entered my life. She brought me to life and got me into
trouble. Not big trouble, but she did drag me to parties and introduced me to
wild boys. Never anyone serious. Lily said there was no time for just one.”
    “Hmmm. I’m not sure I like hearing about your sleeping
around,” he commented with a furrowed brow, and I laughed.
    “Really? Well, I’ve never made it into to the tabloids with
my love life.” I gave him a sideways glance with a smirk on my face.
    “They do make it seem like I’ve been very involved. Don’t
believe everything you read. Besides, we’re talking about you now. I think you’ve
shocked me that you didn’t have the high school or college sweetheart. You seem
the relationship type.”
    “I never had a serious relationship until after my parents
died. When I started working at McDimel-Sanders about five years ago I met a
junior advertising executive. We started dating, and within a short time he was
asking me to marry him. I was so lonely, I thought why not marry him even
though I wasn't in love with him. Lucky for me, I overheard him talking to a
co-worker; telling him how he couldn't wait until we were married so he could
join a golf club and quit working. He had heard I had inherited a large sum of
money and thought he hit the lottery. Unlucky or lucky for him, I was standing
with Sam McDimel at the time, and he was later offered a position in another
office. It all ended very badly. Since that dating experience, I’ve given up on
romance.”
    “What about now? Us? Our romance?”
    I tilted my head, leaning my chin on my fist, looking at
him; biting the tip of my thumb contemplating his question and how to answer.
Do I tell him the truth? Do I make a joke? What do I think about us? I think I
need to guard my heart, prepare for the worst, and enjoy whatever time I have
with him. I decided to settle for a light answer. “I think it’s been delicious
so far. And speaking of delicious, I’m dying for dessert, preferably something
French.”
    “Nice way to avoid the question.” He smirked at me.
    After a delectable lunch, sharing bits of our lives, we
visited a little patisserie owned by Evan’s friends for dessert and coffee.
Once we finished our sweet treat we headed back to my apartment.  Stopping
first at the reception desk, we picked up Evan's bag and then headed up. In the
elevator, Evan pulled me into his arms. “Melissa, do you trust me? I really need
you to trust.”
    I looked up into his very serious face. “Yes, I trust you.”
I did trust him. I barely knew him, but I did trust him.
    Arriving at my door, Evan took my keys and unlocked the
door. Before I could walk in, he cupped my face and kissed me deeply, making me
moan. There was nothing better than kissing him. I could do it forever!
    “Hold on to me, bébé and keep your eyes closed until I say
you can open them.” I did as he instructed and let him guide me inside. Why is
he doing this? Did he do something that I didn't notice before we left?
    Evan walked straight ahead leading me into the living room.
“Melissa, I want to make you happy. I hope you realize this is for you, not to
make you sad but to make you happy. I want you to have new memories, a fresh start
with me.”
    Suddenly my breathing became irregular. My chest tightened.
What has he done?
    He kissed me again, holding me tightly in