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The French rolls off his tongue with such sexiness ly all over "I have no idea what you just said"

"I said that I speak Spanish, French, and Italian" He leans closer, and his eyes find mine "And then I said that I would very much like to paint you Pose for ain? No Not sketch He wants to paint me, and I think he means in his studio I am stunned speechless My throat is dry and my mouth will not for is new to me, but then, I’s at the speed of lightning, there really seems to be no in-between Still without words, I blink at Chris who is watchingbut expectation in his expression He is waiting for a reply Say so No Not anything So

Thankfully, I am saved from my mental scramble for the perfect reply when Chris’s beer appears in front of him A soft flow of air escapes my lips, as Chris launches into a conversation in Spanish with the rapple for what to say e return to our topic of Chris painting me, but I ahts

"Sara, o Maria’"

I try to focus on the conversation with Diego, who is about Chris’s age, and has a sleek goatee and warers as he squeezes his lime into the beer It’s crazy to be so drawn to soifted in ways ht-headed with his impact on me, not to mention a very real need to eat, so as the two men talk, I am content to mostly listen while I nibble on several yuo, it see advice about where to stay and what to do that Chris is graciously offering I am taken aback by the way Chris, a fas at all

Our waiter, the real one, not Diego, appears with our food, and Diego excuses himself to allow us to be served "Sorry about that," Chris says "He’s been off every tio" He motions to my plate "How’s it look?"

I inhale the spicy aroma and my stomach cheers with joy "It looks and smells absolutely divine"

He picks up his lime and motions to one on the side of my plate "They aren’t the same if you don’t use this" He squeezes the juice onto his food

"I’ve never put liame to try" I quickly follow his example, relieved we’ve turned our attention to food, notin, I should warn you that hot means hot Really hot So if you aren’t sure you can take it, then-"

I’ry for caution I pick upsubstance

"Wait-" he says, but it’s too late for me to stop, even if I consider it an option, which I don’t

Fire shoots through asp and al the fire, but I didn’t ers of one hand around the cloth napkin in oes to my throat

Chris shoves his beer at ulp several, long, cold ss and still I can barely breathe When the heat finally eases, I a the fire" I take another drink of his beer, the bitterness of the liquid so the burn Sanity returns and I stare at the half eht after I made a fool of myself, and all but choked I shove the beer toward hi s back a drink of the beer My lips part and ers curl on both sides of the table as I watch the muscles of his throat bob I a his drink, ofbeen where his is now He sets the nearly e withhts

"You really do have quite the knack for witnessing e in a voice raspy from the heat of the food, or maybe, simply because this man exists on planet earth

"I told you, I’d prefer it to be called a knack for rescuing you"

Rescuing h this is the second tihsuppressed within ly head I don’t need to be rescued Do I? In that deep down spot the words have touched, an old part of myself screams yes, yes, yes You need to be rescued You want to be rescued You want to be taken care of I straighten and twist ether in my lap Silently, I battle my inner self No No No I do not want to be rescued I do not need to be rescued Not anyain

Chris lifts a hand towards the kitchen "Diego," he calls out "Can we get Sara an order e comments in Spanish before Chris refocuses his attention onto read whatever emotion is stamped on my face Good luck, I think, because I can’t even read what I’le" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">