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mean.
Have you had very serious relationships in the past? Or you just sleep around?”
He grinned at me for a moment, flashing his teeth. “I don’t mean to be so
forward.”
    My eyes were wide with surprise, but I decided to go
with it. What did I have to lose? I really liked this guy; he was the most
attractive man I’d seen in a long time. And his hand was around my back; his
kiss had been for me alone. “Okay. Okay. I’ll answer you,” I said coyly,
raising my eyebrow. “I have had only one serious boyfriend, actually. In college. Kevin.” I rolled my eyes at myself for a moment.
“He was a business major, until he dropped out. He wasn’t—hmm. He wasn’t driven
in the same way that I was.”
    “And you were driven for PR, yeah?” Drew asked me. I
had forgotten already that I had lied to him about my career, about my life. I
went with it, though. I wasn’t ready. I nodded my head. “So. Just one serious boyfriend?”
    “Yeah. What about yourself? I mean. I hope I’m not being so forward. But fair’s fair.”
I winked at him.
    He put up his hands in the air, like he was defending himself. But his eyes were full of humor. “All
right, all right.” We were walking down unfamiliar streets, jetting
further and further away from my apartment. Where were we going? “So. I travel nearly constantly. I grew up here, moved
there—and still never felt like I had a home anywhere, you know?”
    I nodded, keeping eye contact with him. I had
slipped my hand into his. “So. I haven’t had any
really serious relationships. Not for a while, at least. Of course— “ Here , he paused, looking at me with a glimmer of sarcasm
in his eyes. “I do play the field.”
    I punched him lightly on the side of his arm. “Oh,
whatever, Drew,” I said, my cheeks growing hot. Why did I feel like I already
knew him, like I had known him my whole life?
    “Anyway. It’s just been too hard to hold down a real relationship with someone. To grow close to someone.” Drew stopped, then, and pulled me
close to him. I felt my body grow hot as it leaned up to him, closer to him. I
could feel his penis, strong in his pants. I nearly shuddered as his eyes
looked deep into mine, his fingers laced around my left ear. “You are truly
beautiful. You know that?”
    I wanted to shake my head, to run away. I felt like
a deer, nearly hunted. He kissed me, then, in the center of the street. And I
knew; in that moment. I knew I was his. That he could do whatever he wanted to
do to me. That this was my destiny. At
least for the day. At least for the night.
    He pulled away, suddenly, and brought his arm out to
gesture to the building directly next to him. I looked up at it, noting that it
was a Four Seasons hotel. A fine one. A luxurious door
opened before us, bringing a concierge toward us .   “Sir Thompson,” the man said. “You
haven’t any bags today, do you?”
    “No, no, John,” Drew said, nodding at him. “Thank
you.”
    The concierge bowed his head and backed away, giving
him his space. I looked up at Drew, amazed. He was rich, I knew. But this was
ridiculous. “Do you live here?” I asked him.
    He nodded slightly, bobbing his head back and forth.
“Just for now, you know. Until I find something better, something bigger. A
place to—perhaps—settle down.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Do you want to go
up?”
    I looked up at the windows, all of them glowing in
the soft sunlight of the coming evening. I felt my body quivering, quaking. I
looked at him with large, orb-like eyes, and I nodded ever-so-slightly.
    “Follow me,” he ordered, taking my hand once more.
We wound through the doorway, through the illustrious foyer. I had never seen
such a fanciful hotel. Concierges, dressed in their red outfits, scurried
everywhere, bringing drinks or carrying suitcases. The general grandeur of each
of the many guests was so apparent in my eyes. My heart was beating so fast. I
wanted to note everything so I could tell Mel about it