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commitment. Everything’s a joke to you.”
    “Nah, I know how to be serious. Especially now I feel like a prisoner in my own life.”
    Compassion replaced her lust. “Oh… Well, if it’s any consolation, I feel like a prisoner in my life, too.”
    His handsome brow furrowed. “You do?”
    Eleanor didn’t know why she felt compelled to open up to him, but he seemed genuinely interested. “You asked why I’m so uptight?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Well, I don’t want to blame my parents exactly, but they’ve always had very high expectations of me. I went to all the best schools – I had a great education and they wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor. And I thought I would. But then one day when I was twelve I saw this homeless guy uptown. We didn’t go to the city often, so it was all a bit overwhelming. But this guy… I looked into his eyes and I saw…” She shook her head and looked away.
    “Saw what?”
    “Well, I saw that he was just a guy. Just like me.”
    Joseph chuckled. “You’re a guy ? I had no idea. Is it too late to change my mind about this?”
    She laughed. “No… I mean… it was when I realised life was unfair. That’s all.”
    “So you decided to become a journalist?”
    “I wanted to help. I guess things don’t always work out how you hope, huh?”
    He held her eye contact, remaining serious. “We have a lot in common, you know.”
    “Do we?”
    He smirked. “Well… not really. But they say opposites attract.” He leaned forward and grinned. “Maybe you and I can rub off on each other.”
    She laughed wearily. “Everything’s a joke for Joseph Quinlan, isn’t it?”
    “Nah, sometimes I can be serious.”
    “Like when?”
    He sipped his coffee and raised a playful eyebrow. “Is this part of my official interview?”
    She put down her tea and held up an imaginary pen and notepad. Laughing, she said, “Sure. I’ll ask you some questions.”
    “Alright, what do you want to know?”
    “What I really want to know is… it’s been something I’ve been wondering for some time now… since I met you.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    She gazed into his gorgeous eyes. “Is there anyone special in your life at the moment? Romantically speaking?”
    Joseph smirked and leaned back in his seat. “Why, yes there is actually.”
    Disappointment flashed through Eleanor’s body. She tried not to show it on her face. “Really?”
    “Yep.”
    Eleanor hardened her heart and prepared herself to make her excuses. She couldn’t do this one-night-stand thing with Joseph after all, because – she now realised – she liked him too much. “And who is she?” Eleanor asked, unable to resist finding out who the lucky lady was.
    “Well… is this going to end up on the front pages of your newspaper tomorrow morning?”
    “Of course not.”
    “Good, because I don’t want this special woman to get dragged into any bullshit. I really care about her.”
    “You do? Who is she?”
    He inspected her for a moment. “Actually, it’s a tragic tale. She’s engaged to another guy – a total asshole. I see her every day and we always take the time to exchange insults. And I can’t seem to erode her steely exterior no matter how hard I try. I’m determined, though. Because she’s the most beautiful – most captivating – woman I’ve ever met and I can’t stop thinking about her.”
    Eleanor’s heart pounded hard. She smiled mischievously. “I was under the impression you could woo your way into the bed of any woman you wanted.”
    “Not this one. She thinks I’m a jerk – she said so herself. But she doesn’t know me. Not really.”
    Eleanor stood up and strolled over to join him on his couch. “I’m sure she’d like to get to know the real you.”
    He held her hand and gazed into her eyes. “The real me. Does anyone know him? I get tired of it, you know. Women treating me like a piece of meat. They just care about my body. I mean, is it really that amazing?”
    He pulled his T-shirt over his