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lover or that she would enjoy him all night and into the wee hours of the morning.
    It was the morning after that had her worried.
    The doorbell pealed. “It’s show time,” she muttered as she stood to let him in.
    ***
    Alessandro nearly swallowed his tongue when the red door to Eve’s apartment swung open. She stood before him, a vision in some sort of barely there blue green lace and silk…confection. The bodice lifted her gorgeous butterscotch breasts up and pushed them together until he was staring at a mound of creamy flesh begging to be licked, sucked, and fondled. Her toned legs were on display all the way up, just inches away from her sweet spot. He swallowed hard. “You are breathtaking.”
    She blushed at the reverence she heard in his voice. Her confidence was buoyed by the blatant desire in his eyes. “Thank you,” she said quietly and stepped back so he could enter.
    “No, Eve, thank you . So much.”
    She chuckled and followed him down her hall. “What’s in the bags?” she asked, even though she could already smell the aroma of rosemary and tomatoes.
    “Dinner,” he said simply.
    She crossed her arms and counted to twenty and then back to zero. She didn’t like his strong arm tactics and didn’t see why they couldn’t just have casual sex like normal people without all the fuss. “Dinner,” she repeated in a voice devoid of emotion.
    “Yeah, you know the meal people eat after lunch, before sex? Dinner.” He kept his back to her and unloaded the food. He figured if he didn’t anticipate her anger, it might die down on its own.
    “So, what is this, fuel so you can rock my world?”
    He chuckled at her attempt to bring humor into a situation she was obviously not happy about. But it also told him she was trying to keep the peace because she wanted him tonight. Just for tonight , he reminded himself. “Honey, I plan to knock your world off its axis. The food will give you enough energy to right your world when I’m done.”
    “Well, in that case, serve it up!” She pulled another glass from the cupboard and poured him a glass while he put the food on plates for them. “Smells good, what is it?”
    “Have you ever been to Emma’s BBQ Hut?”
    She raised her eyebrow suspiciously. “Have you?”
    He turned the bag so she could see it. “Obviously.”
    “Hmph,” she said and then, “What kind of game are you playing here Alessandro?”
    “Look, I had a long day and I wanted to eat before we got down to the sex. Is that alright with you?”
    “I call bullshit, but fine, let’s eat.” She turned and sat at the table, waiting for him to set her plate down. He did and she dug right in to the pasta and the taste of fresh tomatoes and herbs. She looked up at him and said, “Eat up.”
    A wide smile crossed his face. “Oh I plan to.”
    ***
    “So, you really eat simple foods like barbecue and wings?” she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.
    “Yep, but I also enjoy gourmet foods, too.” He scooted closer to her on the couch. “You know these things aren’t mutually exclusive, don’t you?”
    “Of course I do, but people like you often forget that. Your friends at that gala couldn’t care less that they were being served tap water in real crystal or that the overcooked salmon and chicken were bought at the Ralph’s a few miles from here.”
    “Let’s get one thing straight,” he said as he held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Those people are not my friends. Some are business associates and others are acquaintances. I have very few friends and none of them were at the gala.” He leaned in and quickly took her lips in a passionate kiss that quickly lowered her defenses, as evidenced by the way she leaned into his body and the moan that sounded in the silent room. “Got it?”
    She nodded. “And, now I want some more.” The gold in her eyes was so prominent that when she smiled, they glowed and she looked like a tigress. She smiled at him like he was her