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resist. I can admit that I have no self control. I am a selfish man. I take what I want and Eden, I want you,” his voice sounds even deeper, sending shivers over my exposed flesh. He wants me. I want him. I want those lips on mine. His eyelids actually seem heavier making him look like a sultry male model out of GQ magazine. I wonder if he knows this. I take in a deep breath, and as hard as it is, as much as I don’t want to believe it, I call his bluff. He must pick woman up like this all the time. There isn’t anything that special about me. He may want me this week but who did he have last week and who will he want next week. I regain my composure, feeling way too insecure suddenly.
    “ Nice line Jude, you almost had me,” I reply with a wink, sounding more self-confident than I actually am. I tighten my ponytail, feeling vulnerable in front of him now. He keeps his eyes on me, looking confused at my reply. I’m sure rejection isn’t something he’s used to.
    “ It’s not a line Eden, don’t even try to deny me," he replies to my rebuff in a slightly deeper octave sending another shiver over me. He is intense. I swallow, feeling hot suddenly.
    “ I can tell you feel something between us too,” he whispers, holding my gaze. He does look sincere and way too gorgeous. I glance at his plate when the waitress stops to pick them up, somewhat relieving me of the building tension growing around us again, hovering like a heavy cloud.
    “ Wow, seriously, you ate all that? What are you a trucker or something?” I blurt out, shocked that his fit, svelte body managed to digest all that deep fried and lard ridden food. He looks confused at first then his eyes sparkle with mischief.
    “ Yes, I did eat all that and no I am not a trucker,” he defends himself. He pats down his shirt and looks back to me.
    “ But I do need to walk now.” I can’t help but laugh.
    “ When you get to Paris I’ll give you a list of very fine, very exquisite restaurants to check out. You can thank me now if you’d like, you will not be disappointed,” he tells me, sounding very confident again.
    “ Well, if they are anything like this fare than I think I’ll pass,” I whisper, not wanting the staff to over hear me. He bursts out laughing this time.
    “ I noticed you finished everything on your plate too miss, there are a lot of heavy carbs in your belly now,” he jokes, reaching over the table to tap my stomach with his strong hand. Without thinking I grab his hand, holding it in mine, our eyes lock for a moment then he slides back to his side.
    “ Oh my, I did eat all that didn’t I? Seriously, I’ve never had french fries for breakfast before,” I stammer, needing to say something to break the emotions flooding through me. Touching his hand almost made me think of my nightmares and I'm not sure why.
    “ For future reference, we call them ‘chips’ here,” he grins, oblivious to my little panic attack.
    “ I’ll think of you every time I order them correctly in the future,” I muse. We fall into a heated, but comfortable silence, our eyes gazing over each other as I collect my breathing. I didn’t even notice the waitress placing the bill on the table until Jude ends our connection to get his wallet out. He lays down enough pounds to cover the bill and tip.
    “ What’s my share? I have a number of pounds to blow while I’m here,” I say, wanting to offer.  
    “ This is my treat, save your pounds for later,” he tells me with a smile. I wonder what’s later but I’m too afraid to ask, just in case he meant when he’s no longer with me. Is this it? I wonder what’s next as I watch him stand and hold his hand out for me. I take it, wishing I knew what to say to make him stay with me. He pulls me closer to him and I feel his lips on my forehead.
    “ Spend the day with me,” he asks but it sounds like a plea, or maybe an order. Either way I know I want to, I know I will. I briefly wonder what to tell Mariana.