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politely smiles at the couple and
leaves.
    Holy pressure cooker - that was close. Not done with me yet? Yuck. I look appreciatively at the couple, but
they just look back at me with a puzzled response. They have no
idea how grateful I am to them right now. I won’t complain about
their loud music ever again.
    I feel fuzzyheaded and nauseous, and I
feel as if I’m going to vomit. I shouldn’t have drunk so much last
night; I know I’m a lightweight. Now I feel numb after my encounter
with Greer. Oh my God. What
the hell am I going to do about him? I can see now this is going to
be problem I’m going to have to deal with later. Yes. Later. I can’t think about this and
I push it to the back of my mind.
    I no sooner get inside my apartment and my
door speaker buzzes. Now what? If Greer thinks I’m letting him back
in here, he’s got another thing coming, and I swear to Book of
Revelations I won’t be as nice as I was earlier. It buzzes
again…“What?!” I snap.
    “Isabel. This is Dylan Young. Can I come
up?”
    Holy purple
cannibals . No, no, no… Why is he here? This is not my day. I can’t even
respond. My body betrays me and I buzz him in. I’m frantically
pacing in front of my door. What I am going to say to him? Keep it together, Isa. My breath
– oh hell . I run quickly to
the bathroom and brush my teeth and tongue ineffectively fast. I
look quickly in the mirror and all I get is a hand through my hair
when I hear a knock on the door. Okay. I can do this. Just … breathe …
    I slowly open the door. Oh good Lord Almighty . He’s
absolutely beautiful. He’s wearing a pair of dark gray slacks and a
white long sleeved business shirt that’s unbuttoned at the top. His
stance is sexy as hell; his feet even with his shoulders and both
hands by his thighs. He has his car keys in one hand, jingling them
nervously at his side. His head is down, but his eyes are cast
upward staring at me. He licks his lips and to my amazement, he’s
not looking at me disapprovingly. He actually looks, pleased .
    He asks if he can enter. Of course. How
rude of me. I was so caught up in his good looks I forgot to invite
him in. Nice going, Isa . He
steps inside and casually glances around my apartment. Then I see
his eyes spot my paintings and he starts to move towards them to
get a better look. Oh no . I
quick step in front of him and ask what he wanted to talk about.
I’m standing so close to him that I can smell him. What is he
wearing? It’s so enticing … He
smells clean; like he just showered. He looks and smells so
mouth-watering that I’m having a difficult time
concentrating.
    “I don’t take kindly to people not returning
my messages…” He says in a deep commanding tone.
    Oh no . I don’t
know what to say to him. How could I have considered what he said
when I deleted the message. Damn me! Why did I do that? He
looks… angry - and sexy as
hell. Wait… he came here just because I didn’t return his call? I
can’t bring myself to look up at him.
    All of a sudden he reaches over, grabs
my chin and tilts my head up so that our eyes meet, and he commands
me to answer me. I’m so shocked by his action, by his touch that I can only do as I’m told. I
tell him I didn’t listen to it and that I deleted it. I can’t
believe he just did that. He actually touched me. It was … incredible. Like
electricity.
    He looks irritated with me. As much as I’m
turned on right now, he’s frightening me, but his eyes soften a bit
when I back away from him.
    “I see. Since you didn’t listen to it, I’ll
tell you in person what I said…”
    What? He’s actually considering giving
my paintings back? Is this guy for real or have the heavens finally
smiled down on me for once in my life? Just then I realize how
close he’s actually standing to some of my other paintings and I
feel slightly panicked. I can feel myself fidgeting. I think he’s
going to say something else but I interrupt him. I can’t talk to
him in here.