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each went into the warm water. I went to get my towel
when the phone rang again.
    “Hello?”
    “Is Richard there?”
    “He just left not too long ago.”
    “Can I ask you something? Why was he
there with you last night?”
    I know I looked puzzled as I went to
turn off the faucet in the tub, “Who is this?”
    “This is Laura, his girlfriend,
Laura.” She made sure to emphasize “girlfriend” when she responded.
    “He came over to watch a movie.
Listen, didn’t he already explain to you why he was here. I really don’t
understand why I am explaining anything to you in the first place.”
    “Why is he always talking about you
all the time? Every day he refers to something that happened when you guys were
in college or something else. And now, he’s at your place, all night long, what
am I supposed to think?” she said, anger in her voice.
    This girl was totally pissed at me.
    “If you trust your man, then you
shouldn’t have to worry about where he goes. Richard and I have history, and we
always will have history regardless of who he dates or I date.” I could feel my
blood pressure starting to rise.
    “When was the last time you had a
date anyway? I mean, has it been that long that no one has wanted to take you
out and now you have to go after someone else’s man? Why don’t you just leave
mine alone? He wouldn’t want a fat bitch like you anyway!”
    She hung up the phone, and I swear I
threw the phone clear across the room and heard it crash against the wall. I
went on to take my bath, and I think I stayed in there for about an hour, until
it got too cold for me to stand.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
    “I have someone that I want you to
meet.”
    Those are some of the most stomach
churning words to make into a sentence, but that is what I heard over the phone
earlier that day.
    “Who is it, Marie?”
    “This guy I work with in accounting,
he is really a sweetheart of a guy, and girlfriend, and he is really hot.”
    That meant he was dull and boring and
probably had a 5 o’clock shadow.
    “He wants to meet you because I’ve
told him a lot about you and you being a writer. So, I set you up for a dinner
date at eight, and you’re to meet him at The Japanese Steakhouse on Calhoun
Avenue,” Marie instructed.
    “I can't believe you made a date with
a guy that I don’t even know. How dare you, woman!” I shouted as I put lotion
on my legs.
    “Whoa, woman, what got up your butt
this afternoon?”
    “A skinny little Southern twig name
Laura, she thought I was sleeping with Richard.”
    “Say what? Oh hell no! She thought
you and Richard were sleeping together?”
    All I could do was shake my head in
disgust as Marie continued to tell me about my “mystery date” for tonight.
    When I got to the Steakhouse, I stood
outside and watched for my date. It was 8:05, and I was really hoping he wasn’t
going to show up. “Marley?” said a voice from behind me as I turned around.
    All I could see was a chest. I had to
look up to see the rest of him, and I had to admit, Marie made a good choice
for a blind date. He looked at me puzzlingly, but when I told him yes, he
flashed a very impressive smile.
    “Marie has told me a lot about you, a
lot she didn’t tell me though, but that’s ok. I am Todd Lewis by the way.” He
took my hand and softly kissed it. We both walked inside and went to get our
table.
    What does he mean by “A lot she didn’t
tell me?”
    “So, Marie told me that you’re a
writer. What do you specialize in?” he asked as he poured me some sake.
    “I write about Romance, mainly
contemporary. I turned in one of my novels just yesterday and I plan to do some
book signings soon.”
    He smiled and it seemed to make his
brown eyes twinkle a little. He was handsome, reminded me of that model Tyson.
I sipped some sake, and before I could put down my cup, he was pouring me more.
    “Do you write any erotica?” he asked
when the waiter came to our table. I looked at him and