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sighed.
    “I think that’s it. Please tell chef I’ll call him tomorrow sometime.”
    “Yes, Mr. Davis. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
    They watched her walk back inside, and as Zander took a mouthful of the crisp meringue and rich ice cream he rolled his eyes.
    “Man that’s good,” he declared.
    “Aren’t they going to clear the table?” Heather asked.
    “No, I told them to leave after serving dessert. I’ll take the dishes in myself and leave them for the housekeeper. She’ll be here tomorrow.”
    “You live very well,” Heather remarked.
    “I’ve been fortunate, and I do enjoy my life. I have only one complaint,” Zander replied. “I don’t have a special someone to share it with.”
    “You do tonight,” Heather softly suggested.
    “I do?”
    “Yes, if you want to.”
    Her brown eyes were staring at him warmly, and there was no mistaking her sensuous invitation.
    “I think I’d like that very much,” he smiled, and walking to her chair he helped her to her feet, “and I think I’d like to take our Baked Alaska into the bedroom.”
    “Eat it in bed?” she whispered, her eyebrows rising in surprise.
    He didn’t answer, but picked up her plate, and continuing to hold her hand he led her back inside towards the hallway to his bedroom. The sounds of the catering staff in the kitchen echoed in the air, and she paused.
    “Shouldn’t we wait until they’ve gone?”
    “If you’d be more comfortable,” he answered.
    “I think I would, sorry,” she replied.
    Turning around they walked back into the living room settling on the couch, and he placed the dessert on the table.
    “I think I’d like some coffee,” she said, picking up the large French Press and pouring herself a cup. “Would you, Zander?”
    “Sure.”
    She sipped it thoughtfully, and as much as Zander wished he was able to preserve the feeling that had permeated the last few moments of their dinner, he could feel it slipping away.
    “Sorry,” she said softly, sensing the change in his mood, “I just felt a bit weird.”
    “That’s okay,” he smiled. “Tell me about your business. Is it working out for you? How long have you been there, three or four months now?”
    “Believe it or not, five months. The time has gone by so fast.”
    “It’s working for you then?”
    “Yes, but it could work better,” she sighed.
    “Really? How exactly?”
    They could hear the sounds of the caterer wrapping things up, and moments later saw them discreetly leave.
    “They’re gone,” she remarked.
    “They are,” he smiled.
    Leaning forward, she placed her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.
    “Zander,” she breathed, “would you like to take that dessert into the bedroom now?”
    He stared down at the puddle in the plate. The ice cream had melted, and though he didn’t know why he sensed it was a harbinger of things to come. Dropping her arms away she wrapped her fingers around his hand.
    “What was it you were saying about your business?” he asked casually, as they stood up and started toward the hallway.
    “You want to hear about my business now?” she laughed.
    “Yes,” he said, opening the bedroom door.
    “My gosh, Zander, this is quite a room,” she declared.
    Walking forward she stared around the room, surprised by the white fluffy bedspread and the white candle stands that stood tall and proud in the corners.
    “Quite a room good, or quite a room bad?” he asked, touching the tablet to start the fire.
    “Um, quite a room romantic,” she smiled, moving towards the windows. “It’s very, um, what’s the word, embracing?”
    “How about, inviting?” he suggested watching her.
    “Yes, inviting,” she agreed.
    He switched off the lights, allowing the fire’s glow to fill the room, then walked up behind her. As she began to turn he placed his hands on her shoulders.
    “No, stay just where you are,” he whispered, and moving her hair from the side of her neck pressed his lips against her