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[Herr D]

<p style=”text-align: left;”>Chapter 15:  Belle Notte, Being Naughty, Not Being Noble But–
Jennifer wondered for just a moment whether the van would get t-boned, or her apartment building would be on fire when they got there, because things were going just too well.
“So, you’re coming up to split the order, right?”
Mike raised his eyebrows. He glanced down at the large brown paper bag. He blinked. “Well, I could just ask you–yes, that would be best, I think. I’ve seen what you do with to-go bags at work.” He grinned.
Hey! “What does that mean?”
Mike smiled so hard it looked like it hurt. “I could tell you’ve been trading desserts for writing copy for Shelly. Her writing isn’t as good as yours.”
She was only mildly annoyed, and highly complimented, at how much he’d caught on to. She was so distracted by the conversation that she didn’t remember to tell him the elevator was okay until he had carried her halfway up to her room, canes, bag, and all. Tarzan? I just don’t mind at all. She got the bag to the refrigerator while he borrowed her bathroom. Good grief, that’s heavy! How much food did he GIVE us? Not even Tarzan could lift me up if I eat all that!
She heard him flush, turn off the sink, and open the bathroom door. She barely had time to half-turn before he was gently closing the refrigerator door, pushing her up against it, and nearly smothering her with a long, enthusiastic kiss.
Wh-? Ooohhhhhhh.
“Oh, Mike, let’s not do that TONIGHT.” Oh, that’s good–
“Oh, Mike, let’s not do that.” Who am I kidding?
“Oh, Mike, let’s not.” What am I saying?
“Oh, Mike, let’s–” Ooohh!
“Oh, Mike!”
“OH!”
[next installment, continuing Chapter 15, in 1-2 weeks]