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expensive car? Mild humiliation washes over me as I take in my own 5 year old, trusty Honda Civic. Of course, he’d have a gorgeous car. It wouldn’t make sense for him to own anything otherwise.
    “Nice car,” I stammer. “Black Series?” I only remember the model because it was one of my favorites, being that it is elegant and sexy without being too over the top. I try hard not to seem star-struck.
    “Yeah,” he mutters with a shrug. Oh geez, is this his play at modesty? I roll my eyes in the darkness.
    “So will I see you again?” my mouth asks before my head can stop me. So much for playing it cool!
    Dorian’s mouth turns up on one side, the movement of his lips nearly causing me to gasp aloud. “Do you want to see me again?” he asks, his silky voice sounding even more sensual in the shroud of night.
    “Yes,” I answer too quickly, growing angry with my mouth for yet another betrayal. I hold my breath in anticipation and to keep from saying anything more to humiliate myself.
    “Then you shall." 
    Dorian leans over just an inch, his alluring azure eyes finding mine, holding my gaze. With just a dim streetlamp illuminating his face, he looks so…dangerously delicious. I want him. And the realization of how deep that hunger aches within me disturbs me. I can feel the heat radiating between my thighs, the pit of my stomach quivering in expectation. I blink rapidly, breaking our reverie and force myself to focus on something, anything , other than his beauty. Or his body. A body that I want pressed against mine, limbs and tongues twisted and tangled, our flesh contortioned into X-rated abstract art… 
    Ugh! What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve got to get out of his proximity.
    “I better get home,” I stammer. I need to get away from him yet I don’t want him to leave. I feel like my erratic emotions are being completely ruled by my hormones.
    “Yes,” he breathes.
    Dorian takes another long, torturous look, causing my body to squirm one last time before he reaches for the car door handle. No, don’t go! I want to scream, but for the first time, my mouth checks in with my brain and stays shut. Dorian clicks open the door and steps out gracefully. He fishes out a key and hits a button, chirping the gorgeous car to life. After a sexy smirk in my direction, he folds his muscular frame in with precision and revs it up. Then he’s gone. 
    I gather my bearings, totally baffled at what just went down. I barely know this guy yet I’m imagining having sex with him? And not just any sex at that. I’m talking lip-biting, toe-curling, back-scratching, no holds barred sex.  I’m no virgin, but the thought of intimacy with Dorian not only excites me, but scares me. Scares me because I want him so damn badly. I’ve never wanted anyone more, and so quickly at that. Dorian feels like a designer drug; I know I’m not supposed to do it but I want to anyway. And for that reason alone, I know I should stay away.   But will I?
    In an attempt to regain some sense of composure, I reach into my purse and fish out my cell phone to check my messages before driving home. It’s a text from Morgan asking if I’m still alive and hopefully not too hungover, and the missed calls are from my parents. 
    Parents.  
    Just a day ago, that had a completely different meaning. If someone asked me who my parents were, Chris and Donna were the only names that popped into my head. Not Natalia and some mystery baby daddy. And since there was such an overwhelming lack of evidence that my birth parents even existed, I just assumed they were dead and even started telling people that. Now all of my unanswered questions have created new unanswered questions, leaving me more confused and frustrated as ever. 
    But at least there’s Dorian. 
    His unexpected arrival into my once drab existence has definitely been a bright spot. Something different, mystifying, for a change. And after years of pining after a guy who only saw me as his