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about to escape my lips he pulled back enough to lean his forehead to mine. “Holy shit woman.” He laughed out of breath. “That was…” he started then there was knock at the door. “I so want to continue this, but that’s my ride and I do believe your exact words were ‘Get yourself cleaned up then use the phone to call whoever you have to and get the fuck out of my house’.” He beamed at me. “I certainly hope we can do this again sometime. I would love to see where this would have gone.” He moved around her.
    “I … ah…” Speak idiot you sound like a moron. Don’t let him think he got to you as much as he may or may not have. I cleared my throat. “I don’t know that that would be a good idea. I mean your brother …”
    “My brother has nothing to do with my personal life just as I have nothing to do with his. We learned that lesson long ago. Business is business and personal is personal. We are really good at separating the two.” He grabbed my hand and led me toward my front door. “I will call you.” He swept a stray hair back behind my ear. “I really do want to see you again.”
    “Well, that will be tough to do from Chicago.” I stated.
    “Chicago? How do you know I live in Chicago?” His head snapped up in surprise.
    “Last night at the country club you were… well you … Suzanne, the woman who works there, checked your pockets for your identification and apparently your license said Chicago. We would have called someone to pick you up, but you didn’t have a phone on you.”
    “I think I chucked it and it smashed into pieces.” He shrugged. There was another knock at the door. He reached back and turned the lock and the knob, opening the door without turning away from me. “I’ll be right out.” He said to the driver standing on my porch then he closed the door. “I really do want to see you again.”
    “Well, when you move to New Jersey give me a call.”
    “Whoa. You just said you don’t even know me and now you want me to move my whole life here for you? Pushy and a bit too fast for me, woman.” He laughed and I smacked him on the chest. “How about I call you and you answer and we talk and get to know each other. Maybe a little phone sex here and there and see where that takes us.”
    “Well, that comment right there just took you a step closer to my porch.” I shoved at him.
    “Hey, we can use Skype for those moments if you are more comfortable that way. I’m game.” He laughed, which made me laugh. “Seriously, I really do want to see you again.”
    “Then seriously, the next time you are in Jersey give me a call.” I opened the door and he stepped backward onto the porch.
    “I’ll need your number.”
    “You found out a lot about me by just asking around a room full of people, I’m sure you can find out my number just as easily.” I leaned up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. This time I controlled the kiss and just for good measure I licked the seam between his lips and just as he parted his lips to allow me entrance I nipped at his bottom lip and pulled away with a smile. “And next time don’t be so fucking rude when you wake me up.” I winked and spread a smile across my face. Just as he took a step forward toward me I closed the door. I’m such a bitch, but I’m not going to make it easy for him.
    “I’ll be calling you, Olive.” He tapped the door I was presently leaning against, still holding the stupid smile on my face.
     
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    “So you just let him leave? Just like that?” Monica sat behind her desk with her jaw dropped and her hands spread out in front of her.
    “Yup he just walked out my front door. He said he’d call, but he didn’t and hasn’t.” I shrugged a shoulder. If I was honest with myself, hell yes, I was totally disappointed that he left Saturday morning and it was now mid-day Monday and he hadn’t called, but I also hadn’t given him my phone number. Of course, all he had to do was ask his