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love into my mouth and closed my eyes with a moan.
    "Oh great goodness this is delicious!" I moaned as I allowed my shoulders to go limp in mock ecstasy. I absolutely LOVE pie! Really, it was bordering on orgasmic. I sighed because my life was just that simple—pies were my source of love. How depressing.
    Solomon cleared his throat as if the whole exhibition had bothered him in some way. "Yes, I see, you enjoy your pie very much." He looked down into his lap and seemed to be fidgeting a little.
    I nodded and took another sip of my coffee as I looked him over. He was sharply dressed in a black pinstripe suit and red power tie. His hair, clothing, skin, everything was just perfect. So why did I get the feeling that something was wrong? It nagged at me like a little voice trying to scream the winning numbers for the lottery. What is up with this guy?
    "So what do you do?" I asked as I leaned back with another piece of pie on my spoon. I smiled as I put it in my mouth, unable to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head again. A tiny moan escaped my lips before I gained full control.
    "Uhhhh… "he was distracted by my show. I was actually enjoying his distraction until he snapped himself out of it, "Yes, I'm actually an angel investor for worthwhile organizations. I have inherited a sizable fortune and I spend my time finding worthwhile organizations and places in which to invest support." He had a faraway look in his eyes as he spoke. Wonder what that is about.
    "Wow!" I smiled at him. "That is so noble of you." I smiled widely at him. Non-profit organizations was a weakness of mine. I enjoyed people that liked to make a difference and didn't just scoff at things that needed to be done. Too much work meant too little support. Blah!
    "Yes," he looked away quickly out the window. It looked like he was definitely trying not to make eye contact.
    "So what organizations have you invested in?" I leaned forward.
    "Water for Africa, Orphanages in Ecuador, Educational endeavors in third world countries." He waved his hand in a couple of circles as if to infer the list went on and on.
    "What were you doing here, at this diner?" I looked around to accentuate my point.
    "Waiting for you, of course. I told the thug in the parking lot as much." He tilted his head and motioned his fingers up like he was tilting a hat to a lady. He then smiled broadly, showing all of his beautifully white teeth. Geesh his teeth were straight… and perfectly white, and my befuddled mind was just so descriptive.
    "Oh, right." I laughed as I looked down at the pie, scooping another amazing bite up. "So why are you still here? I mean, not to be rude, but you were obviously not here for me to begin with." I popped the pie in my mouth. More ecstasy. Who needs men when there was pie, right?
    "Of course I was waiting for you." Solomon spoke matter-of-factly, "I've been waiting for you all my life."
    "Guh!" I was choking on my pie. What did he just say? WOW he was smooth. "Is that a line you use on the women in your life?" I shook my head as I tried to remove the vision of him saying this to a gorgeous blond heiress. Yeah, it just seemed right.
    "No, of course not. I have much better lines for the woman in my life." He said in an offended tone as he crossed his arms across his broad chest.
    I suppressed the desire to reach across the table to feel those biceps of his since they were just crying to be tweaked. They were straining against the quality fabric of his suit jacket. Was it silk? Gosh, I wanted to touch him to find out.
    " Woman in your life?" My interest was piqued, "So you don't make the rounds? You know, playboy of the year and all?" I couldn't help myself from imagining him on a yacht with a crew-load of gorgeous women helping him spend his inheritance.
    "Yes, there is only one woman in the world for me." He looked directly back to me as if he had been talking about me the whole time. At least that was what my mind wanted to believe. There were instantly