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back to her childhood. She and Damien shared that, even if they
were fifteen years apart in age. They came from the same area and shared the
same heritage. He was a passionate man who loved bright color and exotic
scents, just as she did. He lived his life with a purpose, as did she. Would it
really hurt anyone to go out with him just once?
    He
was good-looking, rich, and they shared a love of the same music and flowers.
Not exactly the secret recipe for a lasting relationship, but at least she’d
have a good time. The fact that he’d sought out these flowers and sent them,
along with a sincere apology, told her once more that she’d misjudged him. She
was the one who owed him an apology, not the other way around, which meant he
was a gentleman, as well.
    It
was late and she didn’t want to take a chance on waking him, so instead she
sent a text, thanking him for the beautiful flowers and telling him she’d love
to attend the concert with him. Her phone rang almost immediately, and she
jumped a bit.
    “Sela,
I’m still up. I almost always work late.”
    “I
imagine your work never ends with a company to run.”
    His
soft laugh sent a shiver down her spine. “No, it sure doesn’t. I’m pleased you
liked the flowers.”
    “Damien,
they’re gorgeous. I love them. Thank you.”
    “You
deserve beautiful things. I’ll meet you at your place Friday about six. Will
that work for you? There’s a restaurant at the Pavilion, and we can grab some
dinner before the concert.”
    “I
can meet you at the Pavilion.”
    “Nonsense.
It’s a date, and a gentleman escorts a lady. He doesn’t ask her to meet him
there and expect her to find her own way.”
    She
almost giggled at the old-fashioned concept, but was touched by his
graciousness. “Thank you. Six will be fine. Damien, I owe you an apology for
the way I behaved.”
    “Nonsense.
Let’s start over, all right?”
    She
smiled. “All right.”
    “Great.
See you tomorrow evening, then.”
    Sela
had a tough time falling asleep as she imagined what the following night might
bring. When she did finally drift off, her dreams were filled with erotic
images of making love to Damien.
     

Chapter
Three
     
    After
literally taking everything out of her closet and dresser drawers, Sela finally
chose to wear her favorite summer dress. It had a bold flower print over a red
background, which looked perfect with her dark hair and eyes. Plus she loved
the pleated skirt. She wore matching sandals and jewelry, and took way too much
time deciding how much makeup to wear, or whether to wear any at all. Finally,
she decided not to bother with it because she might look ridiculous and
over-dressed, since she rarely wore any.
    Damien
buzzed from downstairs at ten to six, but she was ready. He looked too damn
handsome in a pair of dressy jeans and a button down shirt. She couldn’t stop
staring at him. He had also looked great in the suit she’d seen him in the day
before last, but this gave him an air of casualness that was even sexier. She
caught the scent of the same cologne he’d worn Wednesday, and wondered how he
found it underground. Cologne and perfume were very hard to come by. Anything
non-essential to basic life was.
    “Uh,
wow.” He stared at her as if he’d never seen a woman before. “You look
incredible.”
    “Thank
you. I was just thinking the same about you.”
    He
looked genuinely surprised by her compliment. “Thank you for saying so.”
    “You
don’t need me to tell you that you’re a good looking man, Damien.”
    A
smile played at the corners of his mouth. “No, but I like hearing it from you,
just the same. Thank you for giving me a chance to make up for the way I
behaved at the construction site.”
    She
shook her head. “Like I said on the phone, I’m the one who behaved badly.”
    “Well
in that case, let’s agree once more to start over from this night forward. What
do you say?”
    His
delighted smile made her pussy wet.
    “I
think that’s a