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pedicured feet. I slid them on and the butterflies in my stomach came to life. It almost felt like they were going to burst from within me.
    The doorbell rang as I rushed to grab my clutch. When I answered the door, Shang was standing, leaning to the side, with his arm on the door frame. He wore a black, button-up shirt, dark denim jeans and a bright red tie. Again I could smell his cologne and my senses ran wild as I remembered how close we’d been, that kiss, those touches…
    “You ready to go?” he asked.
    “Yep.” I locked the door then Shang took my hand, leading me to his car. He had a big Jeep, a four-wheel drive for the terrain he was used to driving in, and it was a gorgeous emerald green. I ran my hand over the paint. “Beautiful colour,” I commented.
    “We’ve got a green fan here?”
    I showed off my shoes. Shang’s response was a chuckle. He held my hand as I got in the Jeep before he slid in the driver’s seat and we took off.
    At first the cabin was completely silent. I looked around, waiting for Shang to break the ice. Or maybe I should? Talking seemed like something we should do naturally. After all, our tongues had been down each other’s throats yesterday. I turned, glancing at Shang out of the corner of my eye. He saw me, turning as well. We both smiled.
    “What?” he asked, laughing.
    “Sorry. I just… This is awkward.”
    “I know. I’m normally not like this, but you’re so beautiful, you make me nervous.”
    I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t be nervous. Half the time I look like a complete mess. When I’m not working or out in public I’m always in sweats or jeans and a hoodie. There are days I don’t even brush my hair.”
    “Ahh, a slob?” His eyes showed how much he was joking.
    “Yes, and proud of it.”
    We pulled up outside the restaurant. The parking lot was packed—only one spot left, almost at the very back. I climbed down from Shang’s Jeep and he came around to take my hand. He escorted me in, holding the door for me. Inside there must have been at least twenty people in line. I sighed, frustrated that we were either going to have to wait a long time or find somewhere else—I’d been looking forward to eating here. It wasn’t the average mom and pop shop. The lights were dim with stem candles in the chandelier and the walls a beautiful honey colour.
    A waitress walked up to Shang and me. “Right this way, Mr Lee.” With two menus in hand, she led us to a table towards the back near a fireplace. Shang must have some pretty awesome connections .
    When I sat, she placed down a wine glass and filled it. Shang thanked her as she handed us our menus and told us she’d give us a few minutes. Reading the menu, I realised I had no idea what half the food was. I saw shrimp and caviar, but the rest… Is it in French?
    Shang scanned my face before asking, “Not sure what to get?”
    I smiled awkwardly. “Not really. I’m so used to burgers and salads.”
    The waitress came back and took our drink orders. I asked for a Coke and Shang wanted lemon water. The waitress gave me a face as if she hadn’t heard me right. When she left it dawned on me that I’d ordered a Coke to go with my wine. Fabulous. Smooth. Way to go!
    Shang chuckled and I looked up at him. “What?” I asked.
    “Coke and wine? Excellent choice.”
    I smirked. “I forgot about the wine. Oh well, new flavours, I guess.”
    “That’s a great way to look at it. Now, let me guess, you’re a chicken girl?”
    I nodded. “Yep.”
    “Grilled?”
    “Fried.”
    Shang lit up—I imagined from dating so many women who were afraid to really eat in front of a man. New York, much like LA, was known for fashion and fabulous bodies. But damn, nobody could tell me ‘no’ to chicken.
    Shang reached across the table and placed his hand over mine. The heat from him, oh the heat , it was almost as if the fire danced its warmth across my skin. Whatever the case, it was like my skin was moshing