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know I love you besides I want to hear all about the guy who was able to talk you into a date with him after just one drink,” she says, flipping through a magazine on my bed.
    “It wasn’t a drink. In fact he doesn’t drink, which I think is a plus. It was just a conversation, and we have a lot in common. I thought it would be fun,” I say turning around to face her.
    I ask God to forgive me for lying. We didn’t have a long conversation; he had clients waiting for him and asked me out before he disappeared into the night, so to speak. I don’t know if I have anything in common with him. I just know he’s one of the sexiest men that I have ever seen and he literally had me at a loss for words.
    I don’t know why I’m reluctant to tell Hillary. Well, more like embarrassed. I hope my cheeks weren’t burning at the thoughts that I’m having about him—thoughts that I shouldn’t be having before I’ve even gone out with him. He sent me a text about the date. I was hoping for a phone call, but I’m pretty sure verbal communication is going to die out soon anyway.
    “A lot in common, huh?” she says sarcastically as if she knows my secret.
    “Yes, a lot in common,” I repeat, maintaining my innocence.
    She’s about to say something else, but the doorbell rings, interrupting her. She jumps from the bed and bolts to the door, yelling, “I’ll get it!”
    I go to grab my jacket and bag, glancing at myself once more in the mirror. I walk out and see Cal standing in the doorway, looking quite different than the last time I saw him. His blazer and slacks had been replaced with a t-shirt, leather jacket, and dark jeans. But those gray eyes and mesmerizing smile are still right there.
    Hillary is standing there with her mouth hanging open. I assume she’s having the same reaction that I did when I first saw him. I then immediately realize that she’s wearing a cleavage-revealing cut off sweater and leggings that are hugging her curves a little too tightly. I now wonder why I let my over sexed, half-naked, cute roommate and her double Ds greet him. I’m immediately self-conscious at how conservative I look in comparison to Hillary.
    “Hey, gorgeous, you ready?” he says, flashing a devilish grin. He walks over to me and with one arm lifts me right off my feet into a hug without even looking in Hillary’s direction.
    “Hi,” I say breathlessly as he puts me down. I’m so caught off guard I almost stumble into Hillary.
    I notice she has a look of shock on her face all her own. I don’t think she’s ever had a man look totally past her the way Cal just did. And I don’t know if I should be turned on at his confidence, or insulted that he assumes he could invade my personal space like that.
    I’m definitely going to have to explain about the boundaries of Lauren Brooks later on, if that’s his first date hug. Even though whatever cologne he’s wearing has hypnotized my senses; he smells so good it should be illegal.
    “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Hillary says pulling me by the arm without waiting for a response. I smile back at Cal helplessly and he winks at me—butterflies invade my stomach at the gesture before Hillary and I escape away to my room.
    “She’ll be right back. You can sit down,” she informs him. As we get in the room, she shuts the door and starts talking a mile a minute.
    “Did you see how he just ignored me? How fucking rude is that?” Hillary asks me sharply. I have to keep myself from laughing out loud at how serious she is.
    “I’m sure he would have spoken to you if you didn’t drag us out of the room in 0.2 seconds,” I try to appease her even though I’m extremely amused.
    “And what was with that hug? Didn’t you guys just meet? Who the hell does he think he is?” She says, resting her hand on her hip and for the first time ever I think my roomie-friend is a little jealous. I have never seen her jealous before. I also think how ironic it is that she’s saying