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They walked up to the entrance
And he followed her up the stairs
Stopping a few stairs below her
She turned to face him, and found herself
Level with his blue eyes
He had both hands in his pockets
And now she realized that gesture for what it was
An attempt to allay his nervousness

She smiled, feeling her power over him.
“Thank you," she whispered.
“Your good deed is done. You're free to leave."

“Only if you promise to have breakfast with me on my yacht.”

She touched his cheek and tried to look past the longing in his eyes.

“You don’t even know me. I’m not...I’m not her. I can’t be who you want me to be.
We are from two different worlds.”

“But that’s not it. You don’t understand, I…”

And before he could complete what he was going to say, 
She reached out and cradled his face in her hands
Her lips closed over his
All her frustration and disappointment with love
All her restraint, keeping her heart in line
All the wonder at finding the man of her dreams
The magical events of the evening
Her feelings of invincibility
Of sheer vulnerability
Everything that defined who she was...
Everything, she put into that kiss
Her way of saying goodbye
Of thanking him for this magical night
A night where she had become one of THEM
The privileged
The beautiful
The blessed
It was because of him

She finally pulled away
When she looked at him, his eyes were still closed
His hands still buried in his pockets
His lips moist and glistening from her cherry flavored lip gloss
He exhaled and finally opened his eyes
Looking at her with a look that made her weak…
A look filled with longing, desire, happiness, and raw need.

He smiled a very slow smile and inhaled deeply
“Can I take that as a ‘yes?’ 
May I pick you up tomorrow?”

She felt giddy, mad, reckless, but most of all
She felt strong...womanly...in control

Hand on her hips, she teased
“It seems you are still unclear about my answer, I…”
His movement was quick
Before she could finish her words
He covered the distance between them 
Drawing her almost savagely up to himself
He was the one in control now
Claiming her, wanting her
And she melted into him

When she could finally breathe, she whispered in his ear,
“Is the answer clear enough for you now?”
She was rewarded with a smile
His blue eyes inviting her to be his
Burying her head on his chest
She listened to the erratic beating of his heart
She didn't even know his name
All she knew
All she needed to know
Was that he was the owner...
The yacht club owner
Of her dreams
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