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time at His apartment for dinner and drinks.
    my creep-o-meter was dialed down to zero. Rick didn’t give off an ounce of crazypants. To be on the safe side, i told kisa where i was headed. Armed with His address and telephone number, plus His place of employment, kisa’s “i’ve got my eye on You” arsenal was locked and loaded.
    my best friend was skeptical. she didn’t think Rick was a jerk or a sexual predator or anything like that—she was merely looking out for my best interest, which i appreciated. we both had experienced our fair share of poseurs, so she armed me with a brand-new canister of pepper spray and told me to be extra careful.
    Rick had been expecting me. The door attendant barely gave me an opportunity to identify myself before calling up to Rick to announce my arrival. i chuckled at kisa’s warning and the enthusiastic greeting i just received as i pressed the button for Rick’s floor.
    i fidgeted and pulled down my bandage dress while the elevator carried me to the twenty-fifth floor. When i was home and in front of my bedroom mirror, it seemed like a good idea to wear the skintight navy dress and canary-yellow peep-toe stilettos. Although the dress stopped at my upper thigh, i worried now that it barely covered my ass. One thing was for certain: i was going to give the good Doctor a show.
    i’m not sure what my plan of action was, other than to look as appealing as possible.
    The last time Rick saw me, i was being discharged from the hospital wearing a pair of distressed jeans with my hair pulled back in an unruly ponytail. Tonight i wanted Him to have a different image, so i spent more time than usual on my hair and makeup. Of course i was nervous, so i proceeded to bite my lower lip, but stopped when i remembered i was wearing lipstick.
    If my lipstick was going to be ruined, it wouldn’t be my own doing.
    i was poised to ring the bell when Rick opened the door.
    He stood leaning against the door frame looking the part of a Greek God, wearing a pair of black dress slacks and a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to His elbows. He appeared both dapper and casual, and if i was being truthful, mouthwatering. The glasses perched upon Rick’s nose made Him resemble a beefier version of Clark Kent. Not a bad image to have, since Clark was all sorts of yum.
    He gently took my hand, leading me over the threshold and into His apartment.
    “Hi, micah. you look absolutely breathtaking. Welcome to My home,” He said, closing and locking the door behind us.
    i’m pretty sure i blushed at His compliment. Well, my cheeks felt warm and my heart felt like it was about to pop out of my chest.
    “Hi, Rick. Thank You,” i replied.
    Rick spun me around to get a full view of the piece of thread i called a dress. i think He approved.
    His eyes settled on my breasts before He spoke. “you have to know that it’s going to be difficult for Me to focus this evening when you’re wearing something so incredibly flattering.”
    i knew what He meant; i anticipated having the same problem.
    His eyes lingered on my chest a little longer than necessary. i was fairly certain He was enjoying the view. Tonight, no push-up bra was needed; the dress enhanced all of my assets. Dangerous curves ahead.
    i cleared my throat. “i’m sorry, is it too much?”
    “No, pretty girl. you look stunning.”
    Something about the way He called me “pretty girl” gave me butterflies.
    He once again linked His fingers with mine, leading me farther into His condo. The place was spacious and immaculate with a modern but contemporary décor. i’m not sure what i expected, but somehow i knew this Man would have impeccable taste. His condo also provided an amazing view overlooking Central Park. i could only imagine how much the annual fees set Him back.
    This was one of those instances where i felt like i was out of my league. i held my own professionally and financially, but even so, my apartment was located in Spanish Harlem,