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    “So tell me what brings you to Paris,” he says, taking a seat next to me on the couch.
    I take a deep breath in to calm myself, but then I catch a hint of his cologne and I’m right back to being hot and bothered. Damn does he smell good or what ?
    “Well,” I say, clearing my throat a little so my voice will work right, “I came here kind of on a whim, actually.” I laugh as my face burns red. I’m embarrassed as I realize how stupid my story actually sounds. I can’t tell him the truth.
    “Tell me.” He leans forward a little, and I get the distinct impression he really wants to hear what I have to say.
    “Well, it’s kind of silly, really.”
    “I like silly. Tell me.” He winks encouragingly. Usually when I see guys winking I think they look like cheeseballs. This guy can do the wink and get away with it. It makes me go warm in my special places.
    I shift in my seat to try and distract myself from thinking about it. I’m a pretty visual person. Once I get an idea in my head, it’s hard for me to let it go. I’m really, really close to picturing us naked together again, and I need to stop. He’s only inches away. I focus on telling my story.
    “All my life I’ve wanted to come to France. Ever since grade school, when I did a report on it. And with Valentine’s Day coming up, and my week of vacation sitting there, and… well, things that happened… I just decided I wanted to come here and find …” I shrug and take a big sip of my water, realizing I’ve gone on just a little too long.
    “To find …?” He’s sitting there waiting for the rest of my sad story.
    “Uhhh… a pair of red shoes.” It’s the best I could come up with. I had a flashback to the moment I was waiting for the taxi and that beautiful, sophisticated French woman had come gliding by in those red stilettos. Maybe if I had shoes like that, I could have a man like that as my souvenir too.
    He laughs. “A pair of shoes? You’ve dreamed your whole life about buying a pair of shoes in Paris?”
    I smile back nervously, sure now he thinks I’m a loon. But that’s better than him knowing I’m so lame that I’d fly halfway across the world to find love at first sight. “Yeah. Shoes. Red ones with really high heels.”
    He looks down at my sneakers. “Can you walk in those kinds of shoes? They’ve always seemed a little dicey to me for walking purposes.”
    “Sure.” I shrug. I wiggle my feet around. “These are just for sightseeing. When I go out, I’m all about the high heels.” That’s not exactly true, but he’ll never know.
    “How about I take you out to find your dream shoes?” he says without preamble. “I’d hate for you to come all the way to Paris and not get what you came for.” His words are saying one thing, but his eyes are saying something completely different. It’s almost as if he knows what I came to Paris for and he’s offering to give it to me.
    I’m speechless again. That’s three times in the space of ten minutes. Sweat breaks out on my upper lip, and I move quickly to wipe it away. I’m imagining us together and there’s just no way…
    “I know all the best places, I promise.”
    “Is this part of the Four Seasons customer service plan? Because it’s way above and beyond anything I ever imagined. Do you have me confused with someone else? I’m not staying in the presidential suite or whatever.”
    He chuckles, looking down for a second as he touches his nails for a couple seconds. “No, no confusion.” He looks up at me and reaches over, putting his hand on my knee. “I just don’t want you to come all the way here from California and not find what you’re looking for. Dreams are meant to be enjoyed, not ignored or walked away from.”
    He’s staring at me intently, and the way he said that just made shivers go all up and down my spine. The warmth from his hand is spreading up my leg.
    It’s on the tip of my tongue to call him out - ask him if there’s a double