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         Dinner was served and we devoured the entire dish. We finished the pasta to the last drop of sauce and to the very last crumb of garlic bread. We drank three bottles of red wine together and we were soon feeling the effects of food coma.
         Toby stretched lazily, yawned loudly and tapped his flat stomach. “That was marvelous! You’ve delightfully sated my appetite Luce. Now it’s time to quench my other ravenous cravings.”
        She laughed and threw a napkin at him. “Toby! Have you no shame?” H er cheeks turn ed a bright shade of pink.
         “Oh, what rubbish —we all like sex here. What do you say mate? Mind telling us how those two mind-blowing orgasms came about in the mile high club?”
         I bit my lip not knowing if I should laugh or cringe. Toby’s tongue was loosened b y the wine and he was grilling Blake about his fucking sex life with Ivanna. Toby mentioned the “ mile high club ” meaning Blake was fucking the lights out of her on his way to Italy. That can only mean one thing….if he brought Ivanna with him to meet his family…then they might be really serious about each other.
         “I don’t want to discuss my sex life Toby , ” his jaw muscles locked, the question clearly bothered him.
         “Toby that’s enough , love. You’re clearly knackered and in dire need of sleep. Go get ready for bed while I clean and wash up.” Luce pull ed him out of the chair and directed him to her bedroom.
         “You two go—I’ll wash up. You cooked already—it’s my turn to clean , ” I offered. Grateful, Luce gave me a quick hug and did the same with Blake and bid us both goodnight.
         The flat seemed a bit quiet without those two in the room. Even with the soft music playing, the tension was palpable.
         I got up and gathered all the plates and dishes and deposited them in the sink. I rinsed and placed them the dishwasher. Blake quietly handed me all used wine glasses to wash while he took care of wiping the table and the counter. He returned the coasters, table placemats and bottle openers amongst other things on the table and placed them back accordingly to where they’re supposed to be. He knew this apartment like it was his own.
         Wiping my wet hands with the dish towel, I went over to where my phone was sitting on the holder and took it out of the music player. Blake was leaning against the counter with his arms folded on his chest and his right foot over the other one. His e yes zeroed in on me , liquid midnight blue/silver eyes beautifully flecked with scattered gold. The silver and blue overpower each other sometimes—depending on his mood. I had slightly forgotten the kind of power his magnetic gaze over me—now I’m fully reacquainted by th eir compelling magnetism and the sexual aura the owner has.
         “Thanks for helping me clean up—you didn’t have to but I appreciated it all the same. ” He merely shrugged never taking those liquid silver eyes off me.
         Pressing my lips together , I studied his big manly-shaped hands with intense scrutiny and the thought dawned on me that those same hands caressed another woman today. 
         Don’t . Don’t go there. Don’t torture yourself.
         “I’m going to bed now—do you want me to call you a cab or are you going to call your driver to pick you up?”
         “I gave Robert the rest of the night off. I didn’t see the need of him wai ting whenever I emerge d from the hospital. He has a family to go home to.” A considerate man that’ll be running a billion dollar company—I bet the people who worked for him love d that about him. He was a fair man and quite receptive to other’s needs.
         “You want me to call you a cab to take you back to your apartment in Mayfair or you’d rather be somewhere else?” I couldn’t bring myself to say “ or you’d rather go to Ivanna’s place ” because I’m a ninny