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buildings. It’s actually the one I live in. We’ll discuss the details later. I want to talk about you now.”
     
    “I can’t afford…” I begin but he cuts me off. “I said later. You, I want to talk about you now” he says brushing off my statement.
     
    “Um, okay. What about me? I’m not all that interesting.”
     
    “I’ll be the judge of that and so far I think you are intriguing. You don’t seem like a city brat like me so I’m guessing you grew up somewhere else and came here for school?” he guesses.
     
    “I grew up in Connecticut” I say without adding any other details of my life, hoping this will be enough to quench his thirst for knowledge but I’m wrong.
     
    “Don’t be difficult Sydney. Tell me everything. Siblings, parents, school, friends…” Then with a venomous look in his eye he adds, “Boyfriends.”
     
    All areas I want to avoid.
     
    “Um…I’m an only child, my parents are divorced, my mom is still in Connecticut but my dad lives in New Jersey. I was a decent student in high school but not popular, I hated the four years I had to spend there. I never had a best friend until I met Parker, my roommate, the one that left for Paris this morning. She’s a model; I think I told you that already. She’ll be gone for a month or two and I already feel lost without her.”
     
    He is staring at me as if I should know why but I have no clue. His eyes feel like they are looking inside me making my mouth go dry but my lady parts go wet.
     
    “Continue, I believe you left out one item I inquired about. Perhaps on purpose, Sydney.” It wasn’t a question but rather a statement and I have no idea how I should respond, I knew I couldn’t avoid it any longer or protest.
     
    A very attractive waiter arrives with our olives just as Damian is finishing his inquisition and Damian stares at him sending chills up and down my spine. The waiter puts the olives on the table and backs away slowly like one would do in a jungle after discovering that they are face to face with a puma. No sudden movements don’t make eye contact, back away slowly then run for your life. It makes me wonder if I should be doing the same.
     
    Abandoning for now his questioning, Damian very seductively pops an olive into his mouth then leans forward towards me with another in his fingers and I instinctively open my mouth like a baby bird. The olive is strong tasting and salty. I taste vinegar, garlic and basil on Damian’s finger that he leaves lingering in my mouth for just a second. As I chew and swallow my gaze never leaves his eyes even when I taste the heat of the red pepper flakes from the olive. Wow, that was hot, both the olive and the experience of being fed by this sexy man sitting across from me. Damian has managed to awaken my coma induced sex drive in a matter of seconds and she is hungry, very hungry.
     
    When he pops another olive into his mouth I lean forward hoping to receive the same treatment as the first time and I’m not disappointed. This time when his finger lingers just a fraction of a second longer than necessary I suck on it, he closes his eyes and a low grumbling moan escapes him. It happens so quickly I’m not sure if I’ve imagined it or not.
     
    We continue to eat three more olives each in the same manner before the waiter reappears with our Calamari and I find myself excited to see how we’ll eat this course. He also pours us each a glass of a wine. We both take a sip while looking at the other over the rim of our wine glasses. The Calamari consists of perfectly breaded hoops of octopus artistically arranged on a platter. Alongside is a spicy Fra Diavolo sauce and sliced lemons. Damian looks at me with those piercing blue eyes and says, “It’s your turn Sydney, I’m waiting” while he leans forward with his lips slightly parted. “And I’m not a patient man.”
     
    Guessing that he wants me to feed him this time I dip a hoop of the calamari into the sauce then slide