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My head went blank, and I couldn't think of a single favorite meal. "Uh, anything you make is fine," I said. I found myself feeling shy, like a schoolboy talking to his crush.

"Are you sure about that?" she asked, and I nodded in agreement. "All right then, if you say so." She was about to leave when the words escaped my lips without my permission.

"What's your relationship with Ken? Today, I mean."

She turned back at me, still with a smile on her face. "I thank you for what you did yesterday, but there is no relationship today with Ken. We live in the same town. That's all," and she walked away.

Okay, then. Hmmm. At least I hadn’t gotten involved in a lover’s tiff.

But the way she said “today” led me to believe there was some history there.

I was in my room, staring at the ceiling, needing to think about work, but dreaming about Lindsey instead. I heard a knock on my door. I assumed Bryan had come to deliver my meal. I opened the door to find Lindsey with the tray of food.

She walked into the room and put the food on the chair close to the bed. "I hope you enjoy it," she said with a smile, and that gladdened my heart the instant I saw it.

She was just wearing her ordinary oversized shirt and shorts.

So why does she look so sexy to me?

My desire for her intensified as I watched her go. I eyed her lustfully as she left.

"Thanks for the food," I said just as she was about to step out of the room.

Use your words, man!

“Uh, what have you prepared for me?”

“Just something traditional.” She turned and smiled back at me.

Her smile disarmed me, turned me on. If I didn't know any better, I would have believed she was flirting with me. But I didn't want to assume things and ended up looking foolish.

The food was just as great as I expected it to be.

Such simple dishes. Why does it all taste like Michelin five-star chefs made it?

Tonight, it was a dish of grilled chicken and mashed potatoes. That's it.

But that wasn't it. She must have some secret magical ingredient to make it taste this good.

I couldn't deny what a creative cook she was, and I planned to tell her the next time I saw her.

After eating, I was exhausted. I found it funny how I did nothing during the day but was super exhausted at night. I lay awake thinking about Lindsey; a part of me felt stupid for not taking the opportunity she had presented to me earlier to just invite her back, to my bed this time.

She could have sent Bryan to deliver your food, but she came herself. She wanted you to invite her to stay with you tonight.

A voice kept repeating in my head. It was the first time she was delivering a meal to me. I couldn't help but think I had missed a golden opportunity back there. I bit my lower lip in disappointment.

I should have seized that moment. Always “Carpe the Diem,” as one of my school buddies liked to say.

Well, I blew that one.

Chapter 12

Lindsey

IstartedtoseeTrev in a whole new light after he saved me from Ken. The attention he had given me was new to me. The last man I had been with—Ken, in fact—did nothing but hurt me, making me fear that all men are the same.

Silly woman! Men are as different as can be from each other.

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