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with you. That was the most fun I had had in, well, probably since I saw you at the conference,” I laughed.
    “Well, you know, you made quite an impression on me too,” he paused and lowered his voice even more. “I can’t stop thinking about you, actually.”
    My stomach immediately started doing flips. Well, since he brought it up… “You remember that morning that I met CeCe for breakfast?”
    “Yeah…”
    “Well, when I was telling her about you, I may have told her that I just wanted to grab you and kiss you so bad that night. I felt like you did too, but I figured maybe we had too much to drink and I just imagined it,” I confessed. “But now I’m kicking myself for not turning the car around. I came so close to calling you and telling you. I wanted to tell you. I bet I thought about it 100 times driving home.”
    “I really wish you had,” he replied.
    “See you in six hours…” I laughed nervously. Damn it. I knew I should have kissed him. It was possible that I might get another chance. He explained that he had planned on coming up to see a client in Burlington soon, and if he did, maybe I would be able to get away one night for dinner? Of course not, you idiot! I thought. I’m married! My husband would not be cool with me meeting some hot dude for an evening out on the town, and besides, that was just asking for trouble. What about lunch? Maybe we could meet for coffee? That seemed innocent enough, right? How can I even be considering this? We’re just friends so what’s the big deal? We just enjoy each other’s company. My husband had friends that were female. I’ve had friends that were men before. But to be fair, I didn’t tell any of my male friends that I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing them.
    The conversation took a very interesting turn.
    “We certainly seem to have an instant affinity for each other, don’t we?” he said.
    “Indeed we do,” I admitted cautiously. I was very aware that we were heading down a dangerous path.
    “I really want to see you, Mal.”
    “I want to see you too, Matt… I do… but I’m just not sure how that would work. I don’t have the kind of marriage that I can just go out to dinner with some guy from work, you know? He would freak out, and rightfully so!”
    “Could you just make up a meeting?”
    “I don’t think so. It‘s just not something that typically comes up in my job.”
    “Never?”
    “No, not really. Plus, I am a terrible liar.”
    “I’m sure we can think of something,” he pondered. “Lunch? Coffee? Drive-by? Hahaha.”
    “We have to,” I agreed. “I really want to see you again. I don’t care if it’s for five minutes as you pass through town on the highway. I’ll meet you on the exit ramp if I have to,” I gushed. “It would be worth it.”
    “Without a doubt, it would be so worth it.”
    “I’m not letting you get away without a kiss this time, you know.”
    “I wouldn’t even attempt it,” he laughed.
    “But just a kiss! I can’t do anything else.”
    “Just a kiss,” he agreed.
     
    Suddenly, I could not wait to get to work in the mornings. I especially loved Mondays because I knew I would have five straight days of flirting with Matt. He would text me a good morning and then we’d usually talk four or five times over the course of the day. I loved to pick up the phone and lower my voice seductively and ask him, “So… what are you wearing?”
    I could just picture him kicked back in his chair, his eyes twinkling as he laughed, telling me with way too much detail EXACTLY what he was wearing–from the black houndstooth deconstructed jacket (I think my boy watched a little too much Project Runway)–right down to his black Armani boxer briefs from Nordstrom.
    Often, after our normal conversation, he’d tell me he was running out for lunch or a meeting but would call me later. And then we would hang up. Ten seconds later, he would call me right back just to hear me giggle. This was a very fun