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bigger contribution than she was making but she was getting shut out at every turn.
    “Did you ever wonder why it was that they didn’t let you play in any reindeer games?” he asked wryly.
    “Because it was their baby, not mine,” said Dionne.
    “No. Because they’re afraid of you,” he said plainly.
    “How do you know that?” she demanded. “I mean you could be right, but what exactly do you know that makes you think that?”
    “I see your resume. I’ve made a few phone calls and I saw the presentation slides,” he answered.
    He had reviewed her pitch to Lionel’s company. “What if I am a one-hit wonder?” she said dejectedly.
    “Maybe you’re right,” he said. “I can’t have a partner who feels sorry for herself.”
    “Look I hear you. But this is all happening so fast. I think I am entitled to some time to process. They took my idea,” she choked up.
    “Maybe not,” he said reassuringly. “I’m working on it.”
    They were now chest to chest. His arms paralleled hers down by their sides, and he laced his fingers with hers. Then in one slow move he pinned her hands slightly behind her forcing himself much closer. Their faces were but a breath apart. It was a tease. A calm before the storm. She revved. A thrill rose from deep within her and impassioned her. He took her mouth with the move of a hunter feasting on his trophy. His tongue swept the inside her mouth like it was claiming its kingdom. He ravished her, tongues twisting, turning, tasting.
    Dionne rarely if ever kissed during hookups so it had been quite a long time since she had been kissed. It was a novel, tantalizing experience. She explored him with sweeps. The soft yet firm character of him – so wet and hot, was pure erotica. It was as if he were penetrating her between her legs, licking the malleable spongy walls of her so so wet channel. She drew him in, touching as much of him as possible, and answering her drive to meld with him as intimately as possible. He was most definitely feeding her.
    She reached down and placed her hand on his erection pressing her abdomen through the fabric of his pants. She shivered and was glad for the huge length that was going to be hers. She was so conflicted between drawing out the experience that would surely culminate in such richness, and getting right down to it. She wanted him inside of her like crazy.
    But Stan made the call. “I made you dinner,” he said in words barely above a whisper. “And I want to see you eat it. Our passion isn’t going anywhere. Let’s experience the evening.”
    “And you can’t be coy with me,” he said. “I will be straight with you and you with me. If you have to tell me you have to take a moment then say so. Can you do that?”
    “Yes,” she said finding new strength. It was like she hit a vein of courage and she was renewed. She connected with that part of herself that confidently allowed her to go up to strangers and seduce them with a look. In a trance, Dionne allowed herself to be guided by him to the table. Dinner was light but they ate it very slowly, savoring every taste.
    The waiter poured wine. Soft night breeze blew past her. It seemed to scatter the lights twinkling off in the distance. It was a magical scene. Dionne was hesitant about the alcohol. She sipped it just for the taste. The waiter set the table with a beautiful little dish of avocado sushi – a piece of which Stan took into his fingers, dipped into a dark watery sauce and held it up to her mouth. It was so delicious. In another dish were slices of rare beef. He speared a bite-sized piece and immersed it in the same dark sauce. She tasted sweetness and sharp saltiness. The beef itself melted on her tongue. The chemistry between them, the visual pleasure of the outdoor scene and the food itself, combined to create the most sensual experience of her life.
    She sipped the sharp chardonnay, just enough to clear her palate. She gulped ice water from a large globed glass. It was