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carrying a single red rose, the butterflies in
her stomach began flapping again in earnest.
    Carl was even better looking than she remembered. His
shoulders were broader; his chin, which had always been smooth, was covered in
light stubble; and his hair, which had always been slightly too long and
slightly too unmanageable, was short and neatly styled with just a touch of
gel. Meanwhile, the faded T-shirts and ripped jeans, which had been his staple
dress at college, had been replaced by a dapper charcoal suit and deep red
dress shirt.
    Throughout the dinner, Allie had slowly relaxed, thanks
largely to the third glass of red wine she was sipping on by the time desert
was brought to the table.
    “So,” Carl mused, digging a fork into the chocolate torte in
front of him. “I was really glad to hear from you, but…err…why did I hear from
you?” He chuckled, causing two small dimples to dent his cheeks.
    Allie felt her own face flush, as her brain supplied her
with a very vivid image of what she’d contacted him for. She couldn’t bring
herself to glance up into his piercing blue eyes, as she dismissed the question
with a shrug. “Who knows what makes us do things,” she replied.
    “Very true,” he acknowledged, leaning forwards with the fork
stretched towards Allie’s mouth.
    The unspoken offer was greeted with a smile, before she
parted her lips and allowed him to slip the morsel of rich, luxurious chocolate
into her mouth.
    “You know,” he said, his eyes watching the subtle changes in
her features, as she savored the mouthful. “I still think about you a lot.”
    “Mmm,” Allie hummed, her eyelids flickering closed, as the
gooey sweetness melted on her tongue and trickled down her throat.
    Carl’s fascination grew more intense, as he continued to
speak. “I sometimes think about what could have been,” he murmured, as he
slowly began to withdraw the silverware from her grasp.
    This time Allie’s moan was one of frustration rather than
pleasure.
    “Good?” he laughed.
    Catching his eye, Allie saw something burning in them that
she felt sure was mirrored in her own. “Very,” she nodded, somewhat
breathlessly.
    “I said,” he emphasized, returning the fork to the plate. “I
still think about what could have been if you’d stuck around at that party,
maybe had come back to my place.”
    “Me too,” Allie admitted, her eyes drifting down to the sure
and steady movements of his large, strong fingers as they delicately sliced
another chunk of the desert.
    “Yeah?” he smiled, glancing up at her.
    “Yeah,” she confirmed, fixing him with an unashamed grin of
her own. Moving of its own volition, she found her right foot stretching
forwards slightly, until it came into contact with his calf. The table was
small, making the intimate gesture easy. She regarded Carl’s face closely,
assessing his reaction to the presence of her foot.
    He said nothing, but his smile was briefly interrupted by a
twitch of his lips, only to be replaced by a broader grin.
    Satisfied, Allie quickly slipped her foot back and easily
slid the four inch heel from it. “In fact,” she told him huskily, reaching
forwards once more and rubbing the inside of his knee with her stockinged toes.
“That’s why I got in touch.”
    “Really?” he asked, humor quickly drifting from his face as
Allie’s foot moved ever higher.
    She was glad to find his legs widely parted and did not
hesitate in following his right leg all the way up the thigh. “Yes,” she
whispered, as her toes met the warmth of his crotch and she felt the
unmistakable jerk of interest.
    “And…err,” he croaked, before clearing his throat. “What do
you think we ought to do about that?” The question was asked with a hint of
desperation and Allie knew there could be no way to misinterpret the dilation
of his eyes or the swelling at his groin. She had him now. The work was done
and, Rosalind was right, it hadn’t been difficult at all.
    “We could go