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anything at that moment. He could have told
me the world was flat, and I would have said okay. He wanted me to see how he lived . There was something so passionate
about his request. His eyes did all the convincing needed for me to succumb to
his invitation.
    “Really?” he
asked.
             “Really.
You’re here, and I see that you aren’t a psychopath, so I’d feel comfortable
making the trip.”
             “That’s
awesome. We can start planning it when I get back.”
             “I
do want to get to know each other better,” I said.
             “I’m
glad you feel that way. This isn’t something I’ve really done before.”
             “What
isn’t?”
             “The
long-distance thing. In fact, I don’t have a whole lot of experience with the
relationship thing, period.”
             “Why
do I find that hard to believe?” I asked, smirking.
             “Don’t
get me wrong, I’ve dated. A lot.”
             “You
don’t have to explain.” I involuntarily put my hand up in the air. The last
thing I wanted to hear about was all of the women he’d bedded before me.
             “Well,
I felt a connection with you, and I’m just glad we’re to see each other again,”
he said. I half thought that his words sounded like just another line from a
bona fide smooth talker, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
    “Me too.”
    “Going out for
dinner one night just isn’t enough to really get to know someone, so New York
will be great.”
    Of course I knew
that one dinner wasn’t enough. I also knew that I was hooked on him, and I
hadn’t even kissed him yet. I got a rush just from being at the restaurant with
him. I observed other women at the bar trying to make eye contact with him, and
I felt so powerful as the woman that Jay Conrad had decided to spend his
evening with. He could have had any of the single girls in the restaurant and
probably some of the married ones too. For the first time in my life, I had something
that every woman around me wanted.
    After two
glasses of wine and three cocktails between us, he finally inched closer to me.
“I’m having a great time tonight,” he whispered, placing his hand on my bare
right thigh.
    His hands were
cool on my even chillier skin, and we were talking so intimately that his
flawless face was practically glued to mine. We talked for hours with
intermittent touching and very few lulls in the conversation. We talked about
things we already knew about each other from endless hours of communicating in
the weeks leading up to that night. It felt as if we were a bona fide couple,
even though our date was the first real time we’d spent together.
    And then, out of
nowhere, he kissed me right there at the bar, in front of the other patrons,
with his hands in my hair and his eyes closed. I was so lost in the moment that
I forgot to close mine. When Jay kissed me, time stood still. Nothing else
mattered. I lusted after every inch of him. Every cell in my body was blazing,
and I was so turned on that my nipples became erect and I was wet between my
legs within seconds of our lips uniting. I hadn’t felt that in ages, at least
not from just a kiss. I instinctively leaned into him, placing my hand gently
on the back of his head and twirling my fingers through his rippling golden
hair. The kiss lasted long enough for me to foresee what it could lead to. I
envisioned physical satisfaction beyond comprehension.
    Dinner consisted
of minimal eating, a lot of touching and kissing, and being told to get a room
by a drunk girl and her even drunker friends. The check took forever to arrive,
or maybe it just seemed like it because of how badly I wanted to get out of
there and into somewhere more private with him.
    Jay paid for
dinner when the bill finally arrived and led me out of the restaurant as if on
a mission. He took my keys and drove my car (though probably he shouldn’t have)
back