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well make the best of the situation, I think to myself.
    “Come, the limo is waiting,” he commands. What is it with these men ordering me around? My body, on the other hand, goes into overdrive. My nipples harden, my sex throbs, and wetness starts dripping down my thighs. Conner seems to notice, because at that exact moment, his grey eyes darken. His pupils dilate, and he moves right in front of me.
    I stand very still, not knowing what to do at this point. I don’t understand why my body is betraying me this way. “We should go,” he says.
    I agree. I quickly follow him to the limo, trying to put any distance between us. What the hell is going on? Isaac will freak if he ever hears about that. I decide it is best to keep all thoughts to myself.
    We ride in silence; the sexual tension between us is killing me. Plus, I have no idea what to say to him. We arrive shortly after at this little pub and bar. I have never been here before, so it is a nice change. We seat ourselves in the bar section where a band is playing. I find that comforting knowing we can’t really have a conversation over the music.
    Conner’s mood seems to lighten, as if he can read my mind. He gets the waitress’s attention and orders us a couple of beers. After we order our food, the band takes a break. “Crap,” I think. I have no idea how to handle this.
    Thankfully, Conner speaks first. “So tell me, Riley, how does a beautiful woman like you stay single for so long?”
    His question puzzles me. I give him a weary look, and respond with, “If you must know, I was married for seven years. We divorced almost three years ago.” I’m sure why I feel the need to tell him that. I never talk about Robert to anyone other than Karen.
    “I’m sorry to hear that. A woman like you shouldn’t have to worry about things like that.”
    “What do you mean?”
    He gives me his warm smile and says, “You are too beautiful, smart, and downright sexy as hell to have to worry about a man leaving you. I am assuming this jerk didn’t know what he had.”
    “I couldn’t agree more. He was a jerk, but enough about me. Tell me something about you,” I say. I mainly want to take this conversation elsewhere. Talking about Robert opens up to many wounds for me to handle right now.
    He seems to like that idea. He begins to tell me about his hometown and how he and Isaac met. He goes on and on about the company. Conner is quite the talker, unlike his friend Isaac.
    He finally gives me a break and asks, “Would you like to dance?” I nod and smile at him. He is an excellent dancer. Much like Isaac. It dawns on me how similar these two are. Almost if they are the same person.
    We move to the music and Conner has me dancing all over the dance floor. When the bar says last call, I see a hint of sadness in Conner’s eyes. Almost as if he never wanted this date, or whatever this is, to end.
    He pays our tab, and we go back to the limo. We again ride home in silence. That is good for me. I need to focus on not getting myself into trouble. I had it all wrong about Conner. He is very sweet and so easy to hang around. I realize I judged him too quickly and I’m glad we got to spend time together. The only thing is, I can’t even look his way. Every time I do, I imagine him on top of me, between my legs, and even fucking me from behind.
    I can almost see what he would look like coming for me, screaming my name. I shake my head; I really needed some professional help. Conner senses my mood change again. He clears his throat almost if he was watching my mind play out the scenarios. I can’t help it; I bust out laughing, almost in tears from laughing so hard.
    Conner is beyond confused by my reaction. “Did I do something amusing?” he asks.
    “I’m sorry. I must have had a bit more to drink than I thought,” I lie. How can I tell him what I was thinking? Oh trust me, I want to. I feel like I can tell Conner anything. He is Isaac’s friend, almost like a brother he