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I’m left wondering if he's coming back, but my pride won't let me ask.

“The other night was… I can’t wait to see you again.” My chest flutters as my heart skips a beat.

“So you're coming back?” I try to keep my tone even.

“Yes, I have some unfinished business.” His voice drops to a sexy whisper and I’m turned on at the thought of seeing him again. The memory of his hands on me, his mouth.

“When? I may be busy I'll have to check my schedule.” I try to keep the conversation light, because on the inside I’m dying to see him again, desperate to know it was just a one night thing, or something more.

I also know if we are going to get to know each other a little better, we need to be in a public place, so he will behave.

Watching traffic from my window, I spot red flashing by and an idea hits me.

“I hope to be gone no more than a week.” Cohen tells me, his voice breaks through my thinking.

“Give me a call when you're back in town, I'll see what I can do.” I sass him, because it seems to bother him so much to be challenged.

“Cheeky little thing aren’t you?” He tsks. “I’ll call you before then, but I'll see you in a week.” He tells more than he asks.

“Okay.” I find myself replying, as I walk back and sink into my chair.

“It’s a date then?” He asks. A date?

“So it would seem.” I laugh. “How would you feel about playing tourists for a day?”

“With you as my guide?” His voice drops an octave, making me think naughty thoughts about being with him all over the city I love so much. Focus!

“I’m at your complete disposal.” I reply before realizing how it sounds.

“I look forward to it, love.” He replies. “And I have a few ideas myself, so I may need you all weekend. London is a rather large city. This is going take more than one night.”

“Then, I’m yours for the weekend.” I tell him before we say our goodbyes.

There is a good chance I’ll be his long after this weekend.