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at the back of his neck, his elbow coming up and framing me in even more.  “I’m ready to begin if you are.”  He smiled.
    Whatever I have arranged ?   I had nothing planned.  I had no idea why any of this conversation between us was even happening.  I knew nothing.  Well, I knew one thing—I couldn’t take my eyes off his hair.
    Mr. Ivan hoe’s hair was dark and straight, worn deliciously long in the European style, hitting just above where his broad shoulders met his neck.  I wanted to touch.
    He’d been blessed in more ways than just his wallet.  An alien perhaps?
    “All right,” I said carefully, swallowing hard again, and wondering just how the next thirty minutes were going to go with the each of us staring and speaking in some kind of mysterious code.  “Where would you like to start, Mr. Ivanhoe?  What are your main interests?”
    He offered his arm, which I accepted and let him lead us into the hallway. 
    “Beauty interests me right now.”  He looked down at me and smiled darkly, his lips slightly parted and my arm tucked firmly under his.
    It interests me , too.   “Well, there is plenty of beauty here to show you,” I said.
    “ “I thought so.”  He stopped us at a door. “I can’t wait to see it all and experience it for myself.”
    He opened the door and led me inside a darkened anteroom.  Various works in progress of restoration and archival rooms were down this way.  I was about to ask him if he wanted a tour of the conservationist wing when he shut the door and pressed me back against it.  “Bloody perfect,” he mumbled.
    “What— ?” was all I managed to get out before he took my face in his hands, slammed his mouth down over mine, and started kissing me with his beautiful mouth.
     

     
    MY “date” was interesting tonight.  Sexy as all get-out but mysteriously illusive with what sounded to be an American accent.  And so damn beautiful my eyes were stinging.
    We really needed to get this party started, and we couldn’t very well just stand here in a quiet gallery hallway mentally undressing each other now, could we? It would be wholly inappropriate, and someone was bound to come by and see eventually.
    I do n’t usually go in for public shags but was far too gone in attraction to my “tour guide” to care very much.  I’m a man of action.  Give me a problem and I will do my damndest to find a solution.
    Like right now for instance:  Where can I find a place to get Maria alone and see what she’s got hidden beneath her sexy gown?
    Was Maria really her name?  I tried to remember the text I’d received, and thought I was right, but details like that slip my mind consistently.  I was however, well aware how escorts didn’t like for clients to use their working names where somebody might hear.
    I always followed the rules wit h the ladies, still shocked this beautiful creature was an escort in the first place and not a model for Vogue or Harpers.  She could be, in a heartbeat. 
    A d oor appeared in front of me, so I opened it and brought her in with me.  Dark, empty, private.  “Bloody perfect,” I said.
    I pressed her up against the door and took her face in my hands.  Her eyes were a stunning dark green, almost the sa me colour as mine were, but I just had to get to know that luscious mouth of hers first.
    I could look in to her eyes once we were shagging in a few, and I planned on it.
    I wanted a taste of those lips mostly, and then I’d move on to other parts.  I knew what I was doing and I was totally confident she did, too.
    “What— ?” she murmured, just as I descended.
    The time for talking has well passed, lovely thing.
    When I covered her mouth with mine a nd got a first taste, something switched on inside me and I sort of lost my normally maintained control.
    I ju st wanted to push my way in and get lost in her for a while.
    She froze at first and sucked in a breath , but then she seemed to soften and go with the program, and