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It all boiled down to the chase. Unseeing eyes admired the vivid magenta pumps for a few seconds more until their gaze fell on the passing stranger reflected in the shop window.

She turned around on her heels and contemplated the stranger. Average height and average build but with a confident gait, he just might be the perfect excuse to take her mind off the one who had all but put her down in his organizer for drinks after work.

She followed the man at a slow pace, unconsciously keeping him in sight. Her mind flitted to the first months with her homme du jour.

For the first time a man had made every waking day a long, languorous chapter in exhilaration.

Her man had a particular way of looking at her, like as though she was created to be cherished like priceless porcelain. Thankfully he would disregard that while making love to her.

She had a little flower garden in her balcony and precious though each flower was, she couldn’t help but smile every time he plucked a tiny blushing Chinese rose and tickled her into awakening each morning. Lightly tracing fingers would linger over her every curve after every wild night in her bed.

They would lull her slowly cooling body to sleep (he would always let her be the first to drift off) and at times she would dream dreams where he was an artist and she was his canvas. Other nights, she would dream dreams where they would be swimming naked in the ocean. She would then wake up perspiring with arousal and turn to him and love him with a wondrous sense of desperation.

Sunlight, twilight and moonlight – he was always within reach regardless of the high demand job he had and she always marvelled at the importance he gave to her.

She was his and his alone. She had no doubt about it. All the times she had deliberately gone out of her way to brush off his advances had paid off and she was the only woman on his mind.

For the first few months of the relationship – a relationship that had become a never-ending chapter in humdrumville lately.

She frowned at that thought and realized with a start that she was in an unknown part of town.

“Excuse me miss, but is there something I can help you with?” The stranger she had been following looked at her with exasperation.

She sized him up and was startled to note that he looked deliciously dangerous – especially for a person who was dressed for some decidedly stuffy meeting.

“Yes. I was looking for this charming little pub I’m sure is located in this very area, but I can’t seem to find my way to it. Could you please help me with it? You could join me if you’d like. You seem to look like you could do with a drink in this awful heat.”

It was a blatant attempt at asking him out and the look in his eyes told her he realized it. She grinned widely when he smiled and said, “Sure”.

She made a mental note to buy the magenta pumps and break it off with the man, now already her ex in her mind. It was about the chase after all.

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