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look in his eyes that caused butterflies to dance around in her stomach.  “Are you ready to leave?” she whispered almost frantically, reaching down to pick up her purse, now stuffed with her project data once again.  “When can I start at your laboratory?” she asked, wanting to fill the silence that felt charged with a tension she didn’t want to define. 
    Gaston gritted his teeth. He was in the throes of the most painful sexual fantasy of his life and she wanted to work.  He looked down at her as he stood up, coming around the table to pull out her chair.  He was determined to change this scenario.  He wondered how long it would take him to get her to the same place he was. 
    It was an experiment he was more than willing to initiate he thought with relish as he put a hand to the small of her back while he led her out of the restaurant.  He felt her shiver and almost smiled in anticipation.  He’d held back before.  There was no need to now. 
    Elana tried to move faster, wanting to remove his hand from the small of her back.  But he was tenacious.  She didn’t understand what he was doing.  Why was he being so gentle?  What was his plan?  Something just didn’t feel right and his swings in emotion all evening confused her.  Earlier in the night he’d been angry and now he was basically a protective, terrifying giant standing next to her, glaring at any man who even glanced in her direction as they made their way out of the restaurant. 
    What was with this jealousy?  She hadn’t noticed it when they were together before, but maybe the difference at that time was that he knew she would never cheat on him.  She’d read an article that a man who was assured of a woman’s fidelity was much more confident when others noticed her.  Was he not sure of her fidelity now? 
    She sighed as he opened the passenger side door to his car.  What a stupid question, she told herself sternly.  Of course he wasn’t sure of her.  Nor should he be!  He’d left her without any reason, without consideration for what she’d believed they had together.  She’d never put herself through that again which meant that she wouldn’t let herself feel those things with him. 
    Well, to be perfectly honest, she wouldn’t let herself feel those things for any other man either.  She’d wrapped herself up in her work, not letting anyone get close to her.  Not even female friends.  Could anyone blame her?  She’d been so hurt, so devastated when he’d disappeared from her life, then seeing him with the other women in the gossip columns, women who were tall, blond and pale, the complete opposite of her, had been brutal.  She didn’t ever want to go through that again.
    “You seem very pensive,” Gaston observed as he drove through the dark streets.  “What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?”
    She turned her head to look at him.  The street lights danced across his handsome face, fading as he confidently drove through the night only until the next light caught his face and the whole process happened again.  Over and over again, the light brightened, then faded revealing a part of him which would then disappear into shadows once more.  Was this how her life would be?  Would he come into her life, brighten things up and then fade out again?  Was she destined to be this man’s puppet? 
    No.  She was stronger than that.  She wasn’t going to allow him to manipulate her in that way again. 
    In answer to his question she slowly explained, “I was wondering why you showed up.”  She didn’t elaborate or even try to soften the question.  It was a legitimate question, one she should have asked as soon as she realized he was in her apartment. 
    Okay, so maybe she had and she just couldn’t remember.  She’d been a little bit, well….a lot, overwhelmed by seeing him once again. 
    He didn’t react in any way other than to glance down at her briefly before his eyes went back to the