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his arms before he
turned me around keeping my back to his chest. “Open your eyes, bébé.”
    When I opened my eyes, my breath caught in my throat.
    “Breathe, bébé” he murmured softly in my ear.
    I gasped as I looked at the most spectacularly decorated
Christmas tree that had suddenly appeared in my living room.
    A few tears slid down my cheeks. “Oh Evan. C'est
magnifique!”
    In front of the left window stood a ten-foot Noble Fir tree
with twinkling white lights. Red plaid ribbon floated around the tree from top
to bottom. Atop the tree was a sparkly, ornately cut out gold star. Red,
gold, and cream glass balls were sprinkled throughout the tree. Gold
angels, musical notes and fleur-de-lis ornaments hung playfully from various
branches.
    It smelled wonderful. I leaned in and inhaled deeply and
wondered, “How did you do this?”
    “Your apartment staff was extremely helpful. I called and explained
to them what I wanted to do, and they were excited to help. Then I called the
store that had the tree you loved so much. I spoke to the manager and he got
one of their window designers to come over and decorate your
apartment.”
    I turned around to take it all in. There were poinsettias in
the entry and on the dining table. It looked like Christmas had been delivered
to my apartment.
    “All the phone calls you were making, those were to do this
for me?”
    “Yes, bébé. All for you.”
    I threw my arms around his neck, bringing his lips to mine
and kissed him with full force.
    “So I'm not in trouble? I did okay?” He asked holding me
tightly in his arms gazing lovingly into my eyes.
    “It makes me a little sad because it brings back memories,
but everything is new. I'm amazed that you would do something like this for me.
Merci beaucoup, monsieur”
    “I love making you happy. Let’s make a fire, open a bottle
of red wine, put on some music, snuggle up and enjoy the tree,” Evan said as he
nuzzled the side of my neck.
    “Mmmm, count me in.”
    Then he slapped me on the ass. “Let's get comfortable
first.” Picking me up along with his overnight bag, he walked into my bedroom.
    “You know I can walk.”
    “I like carrying you, bébé. I can walk and kiss you at the
same time," he said pressing his lips to mine, and I loved it!
    Briefly, we got sidetracked while attempting to change into
more comfortable clothing. It was hard to resist this man. Eventually, we
headed for the kitchen. I was excited to spend another evening with Evan. I
loved the idea of cooking and relaxing with him. Entering the kitchen, I saw
bags on the counter.
    “What is all this?”
    “I had some items delivered to make dinner for you.” He
kissed my forehead. “I hope that’s okay with you?”
    “You cook more than breakfast? I’m impressed.”
    “I live alone. I better know how to cook more than
breakfast. A person can only eat so much take-away. My mom is a good cook. She
taught me the basics. Besides, I already told you that I have a friend that is
a chef. He has given me some good recipes and cooking lessons over the years.”
Evan wasn’t kidding when he said he knew how to cook. Later in the evening he
prepared a delicious fish dish and paired it with a delightful white wine. It
was nice to eat in the dining room complete with candlelight. Quite romantique!
    “You never told me what you would do to the dining room.” He
stated in a questioning manner.
    “I love the lighting. I actually picked it out along with
the dishes in the cabinet. Actually, all of the dishes were my choice.”
    “That all makes sense. They look like you.”
    “I don't like this table. I'd prefer a round table and
chairs with an interesting pattern. This is all too traditional and stuffy. My
mom's interior designer picked it out, I think, with my parents in mind. She
had good intentions, but it's not for me.”
    Clearing the dishes, Evan disappeared into the kitchen.
Returning with some kind of chocolate dessert, a bottle of red wine,