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“Don’t worry,” he told her brother
“I will make sure she gets home safely.”
With a firm handshake
It was a done deal
He would be true to his word
It was now a matter of honor

They were off towards the entrance of the club
Maybe he’d just get one of his drivers 
To drop her off
Maybe he was just being polite

She did get a smug sense of satisfaction
From all the looks they got as they passed
The late night party goers
Looks of envy
Of incredulity
She pressed a little closer to him
This was her moment of glory…

He asked the valet
To bring the car
And as they waited
He turned to her and asked
“Are you cold?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” and yet she couldn’t help
The little tremor that ran through her again
How could she explain to this man beside her
That it wasn’t the chilly late night air
But his overwhelming presence
The intoxicating scent that clung to him
That made her react this way
She tried to pull away a little
And before she knew what was happening
He had draped a jacket on her shoulders
More of that scent engulfed her
When would this torture ever end?
He opened the door of his Lexus for her
And as she settled in
She looked with dismay
He was getting into the driver’s seat
It would be a long drive home

After she gave him her address,
He eased the car out onto the road
And she exhaled slowly
Surely these 20 minutes could pass without mishap
She twirled the scarf between her hands
Stealing a glance at him
She could almost swear he looked nervous
Thought his driving was smooth
Smoother than that of anyone she had been with before
She felt compelled to break the silence…

“It’s a fine club you have there,”
She spoke quietly
“I’m glad you approve.”
He looked at her lingeringly
He blue eyes searching her face
“That was quite a dance…”
“I’d rather we didn't talk about that,” she whispered.
“Why? You were amazing.”
It was getting hard for her to breathe.
“I don’t even know your name,” he said.
“Well, after tonight…you won’t have to.”
And she bit her lip as soon as the words had come out
Now that she had let it slip, she might as well spill it all out…
“Listen, I don’t know why you’re doing this.
Is it for your image?
Rich man drives poor girl home?
Maybe you think I’m a charity case
Like one of those people I've read in the papers
That your charity organization helps.
You wanted to look good in front of your yacht club buddies
Good publicity?
Ok…deed done. Bravo.
Now you can just let me off at these traffic lights.”

Eileen Manassian Ghali

To Be Continued...
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