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Tonight was huge. I went back and forth, back and forth, finally deciding on a breezy, sunshine yellow dress. It was strapless and flared loose below the waist. I slipped it on and checked myself out in the mirror.
    I spun in a circle and the cloth arced out flat at the tight fit around my belly. My pussy peeked out as I spun.  
    Should I skip panties?
    No. Too desperate. Too slutty.
    I pulled on a tiny pair of bright yellow panties. The sheer, cotton fabric offered just a hint of the groove between my legs. Sexy but sweet.
    I chose some white sandals that wrapped up around my ankles. I left my hair loose and free. It hung around my shoulders and framed the ample glimpse of cleavage the dress afforded. I chose a cute pair of sunflower earrings and skipped a necklace.  
    Skipping the necklace felt a little naked, but that was the idea.
    I never wore much makeup, so that part went fast. Just a touch of mascara and a shiny gloss of Strawberry Lip Smacker. It went with everything. One last mirror check.
    Brown hair and bright yellow fabric. I resembled nothing so much as a sunflower. With a lot of curves mixed in. Just the right amount of sweet and sexy. I was ready to be pollinated.
    The clock said seven in the evening.  
    I threw a black scarf around my shoulders and gave myself the final review. For real this time. This side. That side. The back side. It all worked.  
    A knock on the door.
    “Julia, you ready to go,” Jake asked.
    “Yep,” I said.
    I threw open the door and flashed a big smile.
    Jake blinked hard and coughed.
    Yes!
    “You look lovely,” he said.
    “Thank you,” I said. “So do you.”
    He always did.  
    He wore slim-fitted, dark blue pants that had a bit of a sparkle to them. Like a fine silver thread had been regularly woven through. He shimmered when he moved in a subtle, sexy way. A tailored jacket of the same material hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. A pressed white shirt and a bright yellow tie. His ink black hair was parted and swept to the side. It looked slightly mussed and totally gorgeous. His sky blue eyes had cleared a little. The thunder clouds parted for the moment.
    I touched his tie. We matched and we didn’t even mean to. That was a great sign.  
    He noticed the match as well.
    “It appears we go well together,” he said.
    Did he just say that? What did he mean by that?
    “Our outfits, I mean,” he said. “Anyway, what was that restaurant you mentioned?”
    I’d googled it that morning. Falafel Le Marais. One place popped up as the obvious choice. Apparently, it was pretty famous as a cozy spot for cheap, delicious falafel and fries.
    On the phone this morning, Annika had said Le Marais, falafel, and a hole in the wall. I didn’t know for sure if this was where she was having a mysterious meeting with the mysterious Charles. But it seemed like the perfect candidate.
    “L’As Du Fallafel,” I said, “in Le Marais. It’s supposed to have the absolute best falafel, fries and hummus. And it’s pretty cheap too.”
    “Sounds great,” he said, “Ready?”
    “Do I look ready?”
    “Is this a trick question,” he said.
    “Maybe.”
    “Yes, you do. I can’t think of a thing I’d add,” he said.
    “Then, yes. I’m ready,” I said.
    He gestured with his arm for me to lead. He was nice, charming. But reserved somehow. He held himself back. From me. From us.
    Antonio opened the limo door for us and we headed down Rivoli. Past the Louvre, and all the beautiful memories we shared there. They were beautiful to me at least. I watched Jake out of the corner of my eyes as we drove past. He didn’t react. Either he didn’t notice or he didn’t want to notice or he didn’t want me to notice him noticing.  
    Why did it have to be so confusing?
    We drove on, past the street that led down to Notre-Dame and turned left at Rue du Temple. Antonio dropped us off at the end of what appeared to be a pedestrian-only street.  
    It was so perfectly Parisian. The