“Monday night, after our first real talk, ever, we’d made love — yes, that’s what I’m calling it now — before he’d taken me home. Tuesday morning I’d walked into the office to a message that he’d gone away on business and wouldn’t be back before Friday. Three days without him have been shockingly difficult. I’d fought so hard, and yet I am in exactly the place I didn’t want to be. I’m smitten with him. That first Greg-free morning had been the arrival of the first gift, a bouquet of rose...s so red I’d checked to be sure they were real and not like the plastic ones Nana keeps on her bureau. Wednesday it had been a pair of silver hoop earrings to replace the one I’d lost on the subway. Today I am staring and blushing at the contents of the Victoria’s Secret bag sitting on my desk. There’s no way in hell I would ever buy underwear that skimpy for myself, and obviously he knows it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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