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satisfaction?"
    "Absolutely…" Ryan said without ever taking his eyes off me. 
    I must have burnt brighter than a lighthouse. 
    "Hm?"
    I exhaled. "Listen, I'm really not the kind of girl you take me for. Maybe I gave you the wrong idea."
    "What kind of girl am I taking you for?"
    I bit my lip. "One who rolls over for a bottle of expensive french wine."
    He looked down. "That's not what I think," he said softly. "That's not what I meant. You're just so unreal, showing up, coming out of nowhere, capturing me in your crazy schemes… I'm taken back to a time long ago when I thought you were the most incredible creature on this planet. With your cello."
     
    My heart stopped. Nobody had ever said anything like this to me.  
    I unsteadily took hold of my napkin. I had to hold on to something. He was still looking down. Then I saw his mouth twitch. 
     
    Heavens, was he trying not to laugh? 
    His eyes flickered up ever so briefly and yes, there I saw it! Pure mirth!
    He had made fun of me! 
    I could not believe it. Of all the arrogant, hot and cold, nasty and demeaning things! I had tapped right into his trap! How mortifying! 
     
    "You're devious!"
    "Sorry. You were so adorable defending your virtue, I couldn't let it pass."
    I snorted. "Very funny. But congrats, that was the cheesiest pick up line in the history of mankind."
    There was his sky splitting smile, shooting sparks into the night. "Yes. I gave it all I had."
    "I almost believed you."
    " No, no, I didn't tempt him at all!" he wailed, mimicking me. " I'm the virgin Mary! I wouldn't do such a thing! " 
     "You're impossible!" I spewed.
    "Harr harr. How's your beef?"
    I violently stabbed my fork into my boeuf bourginion. "Probably cold by now!"
     
    He got me round to be friendly again after a very short time by discussing Cambridge and university life. He was a great conversationalist, I had to give him that. He made it easy for me to talk to him, even though I was nearly disabled by the physical attraction he had on me. I did not know whether he realised, I was sure it happened to him all the time and he had grown immune to it. 
     
    It turned out to be a successful dinner in the end and by the time I had spooned down the last bit of crème brûlée I was feeling happy and relaxed, accepting my fate as his harlequin for the night. 
    Even a cruise ship had gone by, fully illuminated, giving me ample opportunity to regale him with funny anecdotes about my regular cruise tourists.
     
    When we left the restaurant the Maybach was there. The driver held the door for me and I let myself glide into it as if it were a bath tub. 
    "So, where do you live?" 
    "Hm?"
    "Your address. The driver will want to know where we need to drop you off."
    "Oh, I see." 
    I gave the driver the address in German. He said he knew where it was and the glass screen between him and us went up.
     
    "What are our plans for tomorrow then? When does the harbour cruise start?" Ryan's voice was incredibly velvety in our dark little private back seat. 
    I had an instantaneous fantasy of him leaning over and pressing me down into the deep leather seat, but unfortunately nothing of the sort occurred.
    "Ten o'clock. You'll have to come to Pier number 6. The barge's name is Heidi."
    "Heidi, Heidi…" he gently sang. "I think I'll manage to remember, but you'd better give me your number in case I get lost."
    "It's really not difficult."
    "Hey, I'm your boyfriend, I should have your number in my phone."
    I dictated it and he duly saved it. 
    I waited for him to give me a little call back to check if it was the right number - knowing I would have his number that way too - but he just put the phone back into his trouser pocket.
    "By the way," I asked, "why is Myrtle called Myrtle?"
    "Myrtle was my first Nanny."
    "What would Sigmund Freud have to say about it?"
    "I wonder…"
    We gazed out of our respective windows for some time.
     
    "And afterwards?" He shifted around to look at me.
    "What