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refill, I took him up on
it.
    “Thank you,” I said politely. But I couldn't help
letting out a giggle as he almost knocked the bottle over.
    “Oops,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Nearly made a
mess there!”
    He filled my glass with the last of the second bottle,
and we raised our glasses and clinked them with a smile passing between us.
    “To your future at Sinclair,” he said.
    “To my future at Sinclair,” I repeated before taking a
hefty swig of wine.
    We continued to chat until our glasses were empty.
    “Would you like-” he began, his eyes sparkling with a
suggestive glint.
    “I don’t think more wine is a good idea for me. I
really need to get home,” I interrupted. I wasn’t sure wine was what he was
about to suggest, but I wasn’t about to assume or open that door wider. “I'm
exhausted.”
    He nodded. “Yes. Less wine, more sleep. That's
probably for the best.”
    “We both have a lot of work to do tomorrow, and trying
to get it done with a hangover will make for a pretty awful day. I think I've
had about as much wine as I can handle.”
    “Yes. I wouldn't want to miss my morning workouts,
either.”
    “Wait,” I slurred. “Did you say workout s? As in plural? You do more
than one?”
    “I'm up at five every morning. I’m in the gym for an
hour, and then later in the morning, I train with a Muay Thai master.”
    “Muay Thai?”
    “Thai kickboxing. That's where this little souvenir
came from,” he said, pointing at the bruise and mostly-healed cut on his
cheekbone.
    I'd been wondering how he'd got it, but hadn't
mustered the courage to ask. “Oh. That sounds pretty intense.”  
    “It is. But that's the way I like it. I'm a man who
likes to push himself, Lilah—in all fields of activity,” he informed me,
his eye locked on mine.
    “I see.” Heat flushed through me at the insinuation
and the intensity of the connection between us.
    “All right,” he said abruptly, “let me take care of
the bill, and then I'll get my driver to pick us up. We'll drop you off at your
place.”
    “That sounds great, thanks.”

 
    ***

 
    Thirty minutes later, Asher's Rolls-Royce pulled up
outside my building. A tinge of regret crept through me at the thought that
what had turned out to be a wonderful evening was coming to a close.
    Asher and I had been talking and laughing non-stop,
and on the ride back from the restaurant, there had been a few moments where
we'd stared a little too long into each other's eyes, only for one of us to
break the moment with an awkward laugh, abrupt turn of the head, or hasty
comment.
    I wasn't sure what was going on, but I couldn't deny
that I was enjoying it.
    Asher's driver opened the door for us to get out of
the car. When I did, I stumbled on the sidewalk and almost fell. I was
definitely feeling more than a little intoxicated. I giggled and heard Asher
chuckle behind me.
    “Hey!” I exclaimed. “That’s not very gentlemanly of
you! Laughing at a lady when she almost injures herself!”
    “My apologies, m’lady. That's not what I was laughing
at,” he said as he climbed out of the car. “Look down.”
    I stared at the sidewalk, but didn't see anything out
of the ordinary. “I don't see anything funny down there.”
    “No, not there…here!” He pointed at his feet.
    It took a few seconds for me to realize that his shoes
were gone and he was standing on the sidewalk in his socks. I burst out
laughing at the sight.
    “Where on earth are your shoes?” I exclaimed, still
laughing.
    “Back in the restaurant, I think!” he said with a
grin.
    “Why would your shoes be at the restaurant?” I asked
between fits of laughter.
    “I took them off under the table. They weren’t very
comfy. They were brand new, so they hadn’t been broken in. They’d really been
kinda uncomfortable all day. I sort of remember taking them off. Guess I forgot
to put them back on!”
    We both burst into a bout of laughter.
    “Would you like to take my shoes, sir?”