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    “I don’t recall asking you to bed. I asked you to dinner. You are ... intriguing.”
    “Yeah, sure. My answer still stands.”
    She turned and walked out of the studio before he could respond.
    “Damn it,” he mumbled to himself. He’d screwed that up royally.
    Disappointed caused him to frown. The first time he’d felt a spark, a real spark, not lust. His extracurricular activities had come back around to bite him. Isabelle had affected him in a way he couldn’t fathom and he had no idea what to do with the kaleidoscope of emotions swirling through his veins. When he’d said he wanted to know more about her, he’d meant it. For the first time - it seemed it had become a day for firsts - he felt an urgent need to talk with her, to learn more about her instead of just ravishing her. It’s not that he didn’t find this idea appealing, but this time it felt different.
    While packing away his equipment, Mitch decided it was time to stop sleeping around. The thought had already occurred to him, but now there seemed even more reason to. Somehow, he would find a way to see her again and next time he wouldn’t let her get away.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Confusion or Clarity
     
    His empty apartment held little appeal again, so instead of going home, Mitch decided he needed something to occup y his mind. It was Friday night and usually he would be heading out with one of the girls he frequently hooked up with. Tonight the interest wasn’t there. Only one girl filled his head and she had refused him. Something about her made her different. She wasn’t just a model. The usual dog-eat-dog ambition of other models wasn’t there with her. He concluded she did it for the money. There was a reason she chose this profession, it didn’t choose her.
    Most models strived to be the best, the money a bonus. She had been professional and easy to work with, whereas most other models tended to have a princess complex. How was he going to convince her that he wasn’t, underneath it all, a creep? All of a sudden the coin landed on heads. He wanted to share his life with someone and wanted to find out if it was with her. It sounded crazy in his head. After one meeting it was a ridiculous notion. What had gotten into him? Surely he couldn’t determine all these things after one meeting? Nonetheless, he somehow wanted it all the same.
    This new strong fascination wasn’t a passing fancy. It was definitely time to abstain. The way to impress Isabelle would be to prove his worth. To ease his restless mind he drove towards his brother’s house hoping to score a free dinner and a second opinion.
     
    When he pulled up at Jared and Charlotte’s large spacious house he felt the usual comforting vibe. The door was answered by Charlotte.
    “Hey, Mitch, what are you doing here?” she exclaimed, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. “Jared will be glad you’re here. We haven’t seen you for a while.”
    “Yeah, I know.” Somehow the pretty strawberry blonde always managed to make him feel sheepish, like a chastised schoolboy. For once he didn’t mind so much and thought perhaps there could be truth to her words. Between work and his love life he had little time for much else. This was all about to change.
    “Do you want to stay for dinner?’
    “That’s the plan.” He grinned.
    “Ah, so you did have an ulterior motive for dropping by.” Her wide smile, followed by a deep chuckle, was contagious, and he found himself relaxing.
    Charlotte strolled down the long hallway leading into the dining room and kitchen where Jared was in his element cooking dinner.
    “Mitch, what are you doing here? It’s Friday night. No date? This must be a first.”
    Charlotte chuckled again. It seemed his brother wanted to get his own back for the ribbing Mitch habitually gave him.
    “Not tonight. I’ve decided to give it a rest.”
    Jared ceased his chopping and glanced at Mitch with raised eyebrows before returning to the