I was at a loss as to how to answer his question, so I decided to keep my mouth shut. Instead of pushing me for an answer, he pulled me into his arms and said goodnight. I closed my eyes but failed to shut out my imagination that had run wild. I thought about Lyle and how we always ended up being at each other’s throats every time we met.
I also thought about Crystal and Yvette. Lastly, my mind was filled with Christopher. “Christopher, why are you so nice to me?”
The man let out a small smile and said, “I told you, I love you, little calf. It’s only natural for me.”
I didn’t buy that reason. “I don’t get it. You can have any woman you want, whereas I’m just a married woman. According to Lyle, a scrap.”
Christopher swatted my buttock and said in a stern manner, “You’re not a scrap.” I blinked my eyes a few times, admiring his perfectly shaped chin.
“Maybe we have met before. You may even say that this is love at first sight.”
We’ve met? I tried to search a few times in my mind for any distant memory of him, but my efforts were to no avail. The solemnness in his tone, however, suggested that he was being serious.
I smiled slightly. “I remember meeting you at one of Lyle’s office gatherings. Did you fall in love with me then?” I asked jokingly.
“Maybe. Or maybe even earlier.”
“Lies!” It was a beautiful lie, that a fine man would fall in love with me at first sight and want nothing but the best for me.
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