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She continued eating her meal…and I watched.
"Natasha?" I called.
"Yeah?"
"Why exactly are you in love with me? Did you mean what you said or was it a spur of the moment?" I asked. "You know what I'm like. I'm sure you've heard."
"Well, I know you're a playboy and all and you probably have a lot of women vying for your attention. But from the moment you showed me how to start desiring things for myself, I started to admire you," she explained. "You taught me it was okay to be myself, and still make a difference."
She paused and placed her hand on my stomach. "I guess that's what started the love process. Besides. If I wanted you, all I need to do is be more aggressive than the other women in your life. I'll have you to myself that way."
She wasn't talking about me.
She was talking about Ethan.
Was it this easy for him?
Remember that you have women who desire you. And yet the moment I'm myself, I seem to repel them. How is that fair?
"I see," I said.
"It's okay. I know you aren't in love with me yet," she said. "We can take it as slowly as you want. I'm in Richmond for a long time, anyway."
"Thank you for understanding," I said. "I'll respond to your feelings properly. I just need to sort mine out."
"I've waited all these years," she said. "What's a few more days?"
"Days? You might be a little too overconfident there," I pointed out.
She looked up at me. Her emerald eyes seem to scan my face and the smile on her face, gave a smug look.
"I think I'm already halfway through you already," she said with pride.
"I have no arguments there," I said; she looked away, focusing on her meal.
As we remained in that position, staring at the other persons present, I wondered how long I was going to keep this charade up.
"Ethan? Can we…keep meeting?" she asked.
"How frequently?"
"If it's no bother or problem, I would love to see you after work," she replied.
"No problem," I agreed without thinking about it too deeply.
She snuggled up against me and murmured, "Thank you."
And the days began.
Natasha
Maybe it was the years that I had been absent from his life physically, but Ethan had changed. His manner of speaking and even his carelessness didn't seem so careless anymore. He felt like a completely different person and yet the same person. There was an air of maturity around him that I admired.
The weird thing was, even with the slight changes, I was still drawn to him. Maybe it was because I felt his bulge as I sat between his legs, or the fact that he admitted that I was halfway getting through to him. I was feeling confident about myself. I wanted to report my progress to Rachel, but I decided to keep it to myself and sort out my feelings.
The next day at work, it happened again. Whenever I arrived, I was to report to Ian for assigned tasks. I stepped into his office; he was dressed in his navy blue scrubs. His eyes were focused on the book in his hands. He had a serious expression on his face, and the way his hair was arranged gave him a majestic feel. It felt like I had walked into a prince's private study time.
His right cheek rested on his fist while the other hand handled his book. He looked over to me, and a smile formed. My chest tightened, and I had to exhale deeply. It was happening again. This weird pounding for him, and it seemed to grow stronger.
