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It’s not my intention to flirt back.

It just happens.

“I wouldn’t want to work for you,” I say.

Why would I say that?

Our eyes connect, and he studies me like a seasoned connoisseur of life.

Behind the cool display of masculinity, a bloom of curiosity flickers in his eyes.

It’s cold and cynical, and me spending intimate moments with him would probably be the same.

He’d show me heaven before warning me repeatedly not to get close to him.

I get the vibe that his worldly knowledge and life experience are only matched by his lack of commitment.

His soul looks like a dark door leading to a wall.

Some men occasionally hint that there is something worth saving behind a repelling emotional block.Not him, though.

He is only interested in satisfying some fleeting desire.

Maybe.

That’s how he looks at me, anyway.

Like a man in front of a scrumptious cupcake interested in getting a bite without staining his shirt, having sticky crumbs on his fancy pants, or garnering a buttercream mustache.

Unsure of how to deal with the mess in the aftermath.

He may not like sweet things in his coffee, but he’d love to taste my sweetness.

He seems to want to find out if I, Elizabeth Fox, am imaginative enough to satisfy his needs.

He hasn’t even checked my body.

Some men insist on doing that to the point of harassment, sometimes to annoy a woman and other times because they don’t know any other way to get into a woman’s pants.

Not him, though.

I’ve never caught him eyeing me.

Not in the coffee shop.

And not this evening.

All I got from him tonight was that he had no idea I was in the club.

Somehow I passed whatever test I was supposed to pass, and he finds me physically attractive.

However, judging by his company tonight, his taste in women is more sophisticated than a pair of sweatpants, a bun, or a colorful blouse.

I honestly start to wonder… Is there anything that can truly catch this man’s eye?

Probably not.

I hold my own as he does his little surveillance thing, eyes probing my soul, his intuition working overtime.

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