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I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

The tenderness of the touch, the strength of the embrace melted the growing tension within her. They remained that way for some time, wrapped up in each other, the silence heavy with unspoken promises. Raymond leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, and she responded, her arms wrapping around his neck as they succumbed to the closeness they'd been denied for so long.

“You seriously don’t understand why I’m nervous?” Sebastian’s expression softened slightly. “I understand perfectly.” Before I could respond, he reached for my hand gently. “Come have dinner with me.” My breath caught instantly. “A date?” A slow smile appeared on his lips. “Yes, princess. A date.” Against all logic… I said yes. A few hours later we sat inside one of London’s most luxurious restaurants hidden inside a private section away from the public. The atmosphere felt romantic. Soft lighting. Wine. Quiet music. And Sebastian looking devastatingly handsome across the table from me.

I take a sip of my cocktail and savor the light pink liquid between my lips, enjoying the bitterness of vodka mixed in with the sugar sweetness of strawberry flavored cream. Feeling depressed and hating everything about love, I take another sip of my drink. This one’s larger, but I still savor it. Roll it around my tongue before swallowing. “Great idea, Nora,” I whisper to myself, staring down into the milky, soft ice, “go to the bar of one of the most sought-after romance destinations in the state to get away from romance!” I mock myself, resting my chin in my hand. “My mother was right. Getawting older doesn’t make you smarter. Using your brain does.”

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He took my hand and we started walking around the book shelves just browsing. “What genre of book do you want to read?” he asks me, I think about it and I tell him, “I think I want to read a young adult romance book, maybe a book series, since we are spending the day here.” He replies me and says, “Hmmm, young adult romance, and a book series. I think I know the perfect book for you.”

‘What book is it? ‘Hangover Abbey or something.’ ‘Not Northanger Abbey ? Jane Austen?’ She nodded. ‘About some stupid girl who thinks somebody’s murdered somebody or something and makes a complete prat of herself.’ Bells were ringing like mad in Claudia’s head. ‘I had to do that at school too.’ Anoushka folded her arms. ‘And I suppose you’re going to tell me you liked it.’ Claudia felt a pang of sympathy for poor old Sister Bernadette, who’d tried so hard to make them all enthusiastic about literature - ‘It’s really terribly amusing, girls, if you can just get over these silly prejudices about nineteenth- century language.*