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and only concentrated on th at and my breathing. Maybe this was a bad day to wear a skirt I thought to myself.
    “I told you not to speak.” I squeaked out.
    His hand started to move from my hand to the inside of my knee. I held my breath. I couldn’t bring myself to move. I wanted to pull over, but there was nowhere I safely could. I pulled my thoughts together and reached for his hand and leaned over and placed it back on his knee. I turned and smiled.
    “Hands to yourself , please.” I said in my innocent voice. All I could think about the rest of the way was his hands on my body. Feeling me. I imagined his naked body up against mine, and I wanted to taste his kiss. I shook that thought away as we neared the cafe. “What am I doing?” I thought to myself.
    We pulled up at the cafe down the road from the flower stall. The sooner I got this coffee over with the sooner I could get on with being alone. We pulled up on the curb and walked into the cafe. It wasn’t that busy, which was good.
    “How do you like it ?” He asked in a cocky tone.
    “I….umm….excuse me?” Did I say something out loud?
    “Your coffee?”   He leaned in and whispered in my ear. I shivered, I wasn’t cold, but I had goose bumps over my skin. If had this effect on me just by speaking in my ear, What hope did I have for anything else?
    “Oh! Umm stro ng and sweet, with milk please.” I turned and found a table in the middle of the cafe. If I was going to have a conversation with Damon, I wanted it to be in public. I didn’t trust him yet, or myself. He sat opposite me at the small round table. I admired the way he walked, with such power.
    “So what were yo u doing at the prison Savannah?”
    “Visiting ,” Should I tell him?
    “Visiting who?”
    The waitress dropped out order off with a cheerful smile. some would say it was a flirting smile,  but I’m going to use the word cheerful……..
    “Wha t were you doing at the prison?” Subject change.
    “I was working; one of my clients is there. Answer my q uestion since I answered yours.” Damon’s look was serious. I was kind of intimidated. I would hate to be against him in a case.
    “My brother, he’s in there.” I said taking a sip from my delicious coffee. Not as good as where I worked, but I wouldn’t tell him that.
    “How long as he been in prison?” His business face was on. He was serious looking.
    “For too long! Please I would prefer we talk about something else. My personal life is exactly that, personal. I don’t share that with strangers.” I had to look away before I started to laugh. We had this conversation on Friday.
    “So the Dodge, is that your everyday car? Or does it sit in the barn until you ge t sick of feeling sorry for it?”
    “I drive it when I feel like it. It was my dad’s as I said. He left it to me in his will. It has company just so you know. It’s parked next to the Harley.” I couldn’t be serious, and had to laugh a little. 
    “Ah…. A girl can never have too many toys right?” Now he was mocking me.
    “So wh at do you drive Damon? A Honda?” I soon realised I could be mischievous too.
    “I drive an Aston Martin. It will kick the arse off your Dodge an y day sweetheart.”
    I burst o ut laughing. Over competent men. There were a lot of them out there, and Damon was undoubtedly one of them. I smiled and continued drinking my coffee. The smell was heavenly, and the taste was bittersweet. If there was one thing in this world I couldn’t live without, it would be coffee. I didn’t drink alcohol often, well like once every six months maybe. Nicole would often head out to parties or clubs to get her drink on, and I would pick her up and drop her off. She always called me “mum” on occasions like that. I was the responsible one out of both of us. She always used to tell me to “let go, have fun, you only live once Sav.” I wondered if I should text her and let her know about my day so far. But decided against it.