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of marital bliss from Amy.
    “And this plate here, is a Chilean Sea Bass, served with a slow-roast
sweet potato mash, and truffle sauce,” said the waiter as he dropped off the
main course, after several plates of appetizers.
    “Wow,” I said, staring at the plate. “This looks amazing.”
    “Chef Pierre does wonders here. The food is exquisite, isn’t
it?”
    I smiled as I carefully placed a tender fork-filled morsel
into my mouth. “Mmm,” I said. I had to close my eyes for a moment to savor the
explosion of flavors in my mouth. As I opened them back up, he was staring intently
at me. I had him hooked.
    Robert Dorning was four drinks in, and it was starting to
show. He was starting to loosen up, and I could feel the flirting coming on
pretty strong at this point. I had to think whether or not I wanted to reel him
in, or string him along for a little while longer. Either way, he was going to
be mine. It was just a matter of time. Then, I felt his foot touch mine. He
made it out to be an accident, but I knew exactly what he was doing.
    “Sorry, about that. Didn’t realize your toe was there. I
thought it was the table leg.”
    “Oh, that’s okay,” I replied. He wasn’t sorry. “I’m really
sorry about you, and Amy. I mean, if there’s anything that I can do to, you can
always let me know. I’m here for you guys.” That was a lie.
    Just as we were finishing up the main course, desert was
dropped in front of us. Wow. It was a heavenly slice of chocolate ganache cake
with a rich cocoa butter cream. Calories! “Oh wow, this is too much. I don’t
know if I can.”
    “We can share,” he said, cutting me off.
    “Share?” I played coy.
    “Yeah, I don’t usually splurge for desert either, but I
might need the food in me to counterbalance some of this booze. I think I’m
feeling a little drunk.”
    It was okay for someone like Robert Dorning to be drunk in
the middle of the day. He was at the helm of a Fortune 1000 company, with no
one to answer to. “Easy for you,” I said.
    “Well, excuse me,” he said, “aren’t you in the same boat?”
He smiled.
    “I guess.” I smiled back.
    “Miss Sara Beckett, writer extraordinaire. Where do you get
all these ideas for the books you write?”
    “I suppose they just come to me,” I smiled again. I couldn’t
stop smiling at him. Maybe it was the booze, but I was definitely feeling a
serious level of attraction. And as much as I wanted to tear his clothes off
right then and there, I hesitated with the thought for a moment. What about
Amy?
    “Right. Well, the last one Amy read, I couldn’t tear her
away from for nearly two days. I don’t think she did anything but read your
book.”
    “That’s funny, she never told me she read them, or that she
enjoyed my books.” I looked at him with this funny look. It was true, every
time I asked her if she had picked up one of my books, she would tell me she
promised to, but kept never getting around to it.
    “Well, she raves about them to me, all the time. She’s read
every single last book that you write,” he said.
    Now I was starting to feel bad. All this time I thought she
never really cared enough to read my work. Meanwhile, she’s been gobbling them
up and keeping it some sort of weird little secret. “That’s so strange. Why
wouldn’t she say anything to me?” I was drunk by now, and trying my best not to
slur my words, and trying to keep my composure, but he was sitting just inches
from me, and I wanted him so bad. It was pretty clear he wanted me, too.
    “That’s not strange. That’s, Amy.”
    The sixth Blue Label on the rocks was dropped in front of
him. “Here you go, Mr. Dorning,” said the waiter.
    I wasn’t about to tell him to pace himself, but he
definitely needed to pace himself. But then again, it was the perfect excuse to
bed him – he was too intoxicated to think straight. But was he really?
    “What do you say we head upstairs?” he quipped.
    “Upstairs?” I was playing