Free Weak for Him by Lyra Parish Page A

were synchronized to music. Then the finale
happened, and all the lights on the trees lit up at once and then
slowly faded away to nothing.
    "That was awesome! I've only seen
things like that on television."
    "Isn't it? I used to come here all
the time when I was bored and contemplated life and love. If you
play Chopin Nocturne Opus 9 as soon as it starts, it syncs
nicely."
    "Really? Classical
music?"
    "Yep. I love a good Chopin, Bach,
or Beethoven. Occasionally Mozart. The music clears my mind
whenever I'm working."
    "What do you do for a
living?"
    "I'm a painter."
    He looked at me, and I looked
back. Luke was pure man and pure sexiness. Weeks ago, I would've
imagined this night to be full of sex, and sleaze, and everything
nasty under the moon.
    "Want to swing?"
    I laughed, totally not what I
expected.
    "Um… sure."
    I kicked off my heels, and Luke
threw off his suit jacket and loosened his tie.
    "Last one there is a rotten
egg?"
    I ran to the playground barefoot.
Forget the etiquette. Forget the training. I hadn't been on a swing
set since I was a little girl, and though the gesture seemed
childlike, it felt nice to let go and push my feet toward the sky.
The swings screeched and urged us to stop, but we
didn't.
    "You aren't like most of Felton's
girls, you know."
    "Really?"
    "Not at all ."
    "Luke, what's your story? Why did
you choose to use The Elite? You seem like the kind of guy who
doesn't need a call service."
    He lifted an eyebrow, contemplated
answering me, and then continued. I wasn't supposed to ask
questions like that, but I felt comfortable with him.
    "Too many women have used me. They
try to be genuine, but aren't. With The Elite, I'm able to find
someone who I am compatible with on many levels with no hidden
agendas. No lies. It makes it easy. We are all on the same page.
Now it's your turn. Why The Elite?
    We continued to swing on the hard
plastic until we wore ourselves out. Gripping the cold chains, I
thought about my life, goals, ambitions, and dreams.
    "It was an accident, sorta.
Something that just happened. I moved to Vegas with aspirations of
becoming an accountant at Simon and Fitch."
    "Really? What
happened?"
    "I didn't get hired. Actually, I
was turned away at my interview for being one minute
late."
    "Who would do such a thing? Don't
stop dreaming. You've got greatness inside of you. I can
tell."
    "No, you can't." I dug my bare
feet into the sand.
    "I don't have to know someone to
be able to judge their character. This might sound crazy, but… I
feel like I've known you forever, like a long lost friend that I
was reunited with again."
    "Yeah, I get that sometimes. I
think it's the southern hospitality thing that's engrained in
me."
    "I've got another confession to
make."
    Luke completely stopped swinging
and glanced over at me.
    "I'd like to go on another date
with you. I promise no beaches."
    "I'd like that."
    "Great. I'll arrange it with
Felton when we return. Which"—he glanced at his watch—"we should
probably head back."
    After dusting off my feet and
placing on my heels, Luke's suit jacket found its way around my
shoulders.
    The ride back to the office
happened in slow motion. Luke's laughter was contagious, deep and
hearty. The genuine smile he gave me, and the way his crystal blue
eyes lit up as he looked at me, made me feel pretty.
    He led me to Mr. Felton's office,
and our images reflected on the glass. With tousled hair and clammy
faces, we looked as if we experienced a night of wild
sex.
    Mr. Felton sat at his desk, fully
focused on paperwork. When we entered, he didn't acknowledge us
whatsoever.
    "Here she is. Ten o'
clock."
    No response. He continued to write
vigorously as if he would tear straight through the
paper.
    Luke turned my body away from my
cheery boss and gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek, then
whispered in my ear, "Until we meet again."
    He left me in Mr. Felton's office,
a place I hadn't visited in weeks. I glanced at the floor, and then
focused my attention out