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and the hair that was neatly pinned to the nape of her neck. Sabrina was dressed only in leggings and a tight tee-shirt that perfectly revealed her slim figure and luscious breasts to his hungry view as well as her fire red hair flowing in waves down to the middle of her back. Her cute derriere wriggled to the beat of the music and he had a small glimpse of voluptuous breasts as she turned slightly to toss something into a large, wooden bowl beside her.
    He leaned against the door jamb and enjoyed the sight. Sid remembered interviewing Sabrina. He’d known that she’d have an incredible figure underneath those stern suits but he’d never imagined that she would be so enticing. He wanted to walk over to her and place his hands on her hips, pull them into his and dance with her, feel the beat of the music and her svelte body against his.
    “Oh!” she gasped, turning to say something. “I thought you were my neighbor. I’m sorry, Mr. Matthews,” she said and grabbed her sweatshirt that had been draped over a kitchen chair. She quickly pulled it over her head and crossed her arms over her chest.
    “Am I early?” he asked, knowing that he was exactly on time. He set a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers on the counter, raising his eyes in inquiry as he watched the emotions flit across her face. Sid like that he could see so much of what she was thinking just by looking into her eyes. Eyes that were incredibly lovely, he thought.
Sabrina looked at the clock and gasped. “Oh no! You’re not early, I’m late.”
    The clock obviously energized her into action. “Can you open the bottle of wine over there on the counter?” she asked and disappeared into what he could only guess was a storage room.
Sid took the cork screw and quickly opened the bottle of wine, setting it down onto the counter to breathe for a few moments.
     
Sabrina reappeared with a large, folding table in her arms, struggling to carry it through her tiny kitchen.
     
“Let me get that for you,” he said.
     
”No, that’s okay. I’ve got it,” she said and kept moving, knowing that if she stopped, she’d drop the wooden table on her toes. Experience had taught her well.
     
Sid ignored her and easily took the heavy table out of her hands. “Where do you want this to go?” he asked.
    “Into the living room,” she said, impressed with the ease with which he lifted it through the kitchen. He didn’t look like he was lifting a dead weight. It appeared as if he were carrying a bunch of feathers, he carried the table so effortlessly.
Sid carried it easily into the room and set it up for her. “What are you going to do with it?”
     
“That’s the dinner table,” she smiled cheerily.
     
Sid raised that one eyebrow again at the idea of serving Christmas dinner off of a folding table. “Really?” he asked skeptically.
    She noticed his wary expression and laughed softly. “Don’t worry. I promise it will be nice. Can you go pick out some music?” she asked. “The last song on the Christmas album just finished so we need more Christmas cheer,” she explained, pointing to the stereo system that was on a shelf in the corner of the room. There were several CDs stacked up beside the stereo and he sifted through the selection, watching Sabrina the whole time.
    Sabrina picked up a piece of red fabric and spread it out over the table. Then she added white plates rimmed with a tiny line of silver. Green napkins, silverware and tiny candles lining the center were next. Sid watched in amazement as the beaten up old folding table was transformed into a Curier and Ives Christmas scene. There were small vases holding one perfect rose and a few green leaves at the top of each plate with individual salt and pepper shakers.
“Does it need anything else?” she asked, staring at the place settings. When he didn’t say anything, she glanced over at him hopefully.
    “Food?” Sid said, trying to find his voice. He was a man used to linen table cloths