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thinking at the gallery.”
    My face burns as his words register.
    He chuckles again. “I’m single. Are you?”
    Whew! Shit, he’s single. Yes!
    I nod. “I am.”
    He leans down and looks into my eyes. “I think we did this shit ass backwards. I asked you out this morning. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for months. I thought you were interested, but I could never be certain. So, I talked to you today to figure it out.
    I asked you out and you said yes. I didn’t know you worked for my aunt. You didn’t know I was the artist whose event is tomorrow night. Then after spending the afternoon with you today and then just now…” His eyes light up and fill with mirth. “The sex between us is incredible. We have great chemistry and hot ass sex. We already know that… but now since I asked and you said yes already anyway… Can I take you to dinner tonight?”
    Ha. Julien is asking me out AGAIN. Even after we’ve already had sex without him taking me out. Hell yes, he can take me out.
    Reaching up, I pull his head the remainder of the way down to mine and kiss him. He returns the kiss before he shivers. “It’s fucking freezing out here. Where do you want to go? We can go to my place or yours. Do you need to change? We can go someplace to eat or order in. Whatever you’d like.”
    I laugh and hold out my hand. My panties are in it. “Well, I need to get to my place. I need some underwear and some pants. What happens after that is fine with me either way. My ass is just pretty much frozen right now.”
    Julien throws his head back and laughs. The street lights are reflecting off the darkness of his hair and his blue eyes are sparkling with what could be described as happiness. He says, “Well, I know a way to warm your ass up. But, can we eat first? I’m starving!”
    I laugh along with him as my place comes into view. I pull him into the elevator with me and we make out like teenagers as we ride to my floor. As the elevator dings, we break apart. This morning, I was convinced today was going to be the day I talked to Julien. Only by the end of the day, a shit load more than talking happened.
    Laughing, I pull him into my studio apartment.

     
     
    Dear Diary,
     
     
    Today was quite a day. I did it! I accomplished my task and so much more.
    Not only did I talk to Julien, but I had SEX with him and then we had our first date. I know, I know… we did that backwards, but to be fair, he did ask me on the date before we had sex.
    He spoke to me at the coffee shop this morning and before we parted ways, he asked me out. I was late for work and was busy preparing for the important gallery showing tomorrow night and daydreaming about who else, but Julien. And lo and behold, who is the showing for… JULIEN!
    He’s the artist and he’s amazing.
    We worked together all afternoon long and lost track of the time. Before we knew it, it was closing time and we were alone in the gallery. I’m not even really certain what transpired, but before I realized it, I was trapped against a wall, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life and Julien was asking me if I wanted him.
    Ha. He asked me if I wanted him. Only for months. He’s only in my every dreaming and waking thought.
    My fantasies about him were not even close to the real thing. Holy shit. He’s a phenomenal lover. And he woke up the wanton in me. I couldn’t get enough.
    We did actually have that date. After the janitor almost caught us in our “compromising position,” we left and discovered that we’re both single.
    I know. That was something we should have made sure of BEFORE we got naked and made each other moan, but it all worked out.
    We’re both single and we had dinner.
    We ordered in and had it here, at my place, but it still counted as a date since he would have taken me anywhere I wanted to go. I just wanted to stay here though and stay warm.
    Of course getting naked again was very likely to happen this way, too.
    It did. It was better than