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I took a deep breath and opened the drawers in my dresser, prepared to find a fitting dress.


Yes, I wanted to look seductive and sexy on this date with Harry. But he's a good looking man. Who wouldn't?Or maybe I should just go all natural and wear a pair of skinnies, converse, and a tshirt.


NO. I refuse.


I pulled out a small pink dress, but then I shook my head. White is more flattering... No.


Oh my God! Why is it so hard to pick a damn outfit?!


I sighed and sat down on my bed, running a hand through my hair.


I looked at the time, and it was almost seven. I have an hour.


Then I got a text from an unknown number and it said: Yes. I am cooking you dinner. All you have to do is meet me and then we'll be set. -H. xx


It couldn't possibly have been Harry, because it was specifacally signed with an H! I rolled my eyes and smiled.


I texted him back saying: Sounds like a plan :) :) x


And for some reason, a bolt of excitement shot through me and I smiled again.


I pulled out a box from under my bed and opened it. It had the dress that I had bought just before I left Canada in it. And I still adore it.


It's a red and black dress; the top is red, and the bottom is black. It has a giant diamond cut on the back, so it shows my bare back.


Then I grabbed a pair of black heels to go along with it.


I slipped the outfit on and quickly curled my hair, putting a light dab of makeup on.
By the time I was ready, it was 7:50. Maybe I should head towards there.


I left my apartment building quickly, and I quickly walked to the studio.


It was 7:55, and I wasn't even at the Eiffel Tower yet. What will he do if I'm late? Will he blow me off?


I shook my head and continued walking until I reached the beautiful, glowing Eiffel Tower.


I went to walk ahead, but warmth flushed through me as I desperately tried to ignore the icy, screaming wind that was hitting my skin. Warmth flushed through me again when I saw the beautiful man standing in front of the tower, proudly waiting.


What was painted on his face? Happiness? Desperation? Anger?


Was I late? Of course not, it's only... 8:00.


I quickly walked towards him, but slowed my walk as I got closer. He turned to me when I was close enough to notice, and he smiled.


"Hello diamond," He smirked. "You're exactly on time."


"Well of course. I wouldn't want to be late. That is way beneath me and it would be incredibly disrespectful." I smiled at my choice of words.


"Well then, respectful. Shall we go?" He smirked again and I laughed.


"Of course." I smiled and he motioned for me to walk with him.


When we reached the road, he waved for a taxi and we got in when one appeared beside us.


"So where are we going?" I asked, a little more eagerly than I was hoping for.
"My house. Where else would I cook for you?" He laughed a little.


"I don't know. You surprised me when you were a popular photographer. I figured you'd be a secret chef or something."


He laughed. "Why, I am. It's just that no one knows that I'm a chef except for you." He laughed again.


"Well I am honored." I smiled again and he patted my hand with his, but he didn't pull his hand away. Instead, he left it laying on top of mine. Which made my heart beat a little harder than usual.


I mean, the skin contact was absolutely breathtaking. And I didn't ever want him to pull his skin from mine.


But then the taxi stopped and he got out, holding the door open for me.


We stood in front of an apartment complex similar to mine, except it was a little bigger.


I went to walk inside, but he stopped me by asking, "Where are you going?"


"I thought you lived here." I walked up to him and he shook his head.


"No. I just own that complex." He said and I looked back to the building. But then he led me through some trees and I gasped when I saw the house they were hiding. "This is my house."


"Oh my goodness. It's beautiful." I smiled at the gigantic house in front of me.


"Well come on. I'll give you a tour." He motioned for me again, jogging a little and walking in front of the main door.


When I made it beside him, we walked into the house and I gasped again.
"Oh it's even more beautiful on the inside." I smiled to myself and looked to the ceiling to see a gorgeous crystal chandelier.


"Okay. There are two wings to the house. A right wing, and a left wing. I'm hardly in the right wing, because that's where all my storage and stuff goes. So, I can show you the left wing if you like?"


I nodded my head, still admiring this amazing structure.


We walked up a mountain of stairs and down a small hallway.


"These are just spare rooms," He opened each door, every room unused for some unknown purpose. "And this is my bedroom." He opened the door and I smiled in delight.


It was absolutely fabulous. The bed was probably bigger than a king-size, and there was a window beside it replacing the entire wall.


I looked at him and he smiled at me, nodding his head.


"Now I shall show you the kitchen." He chuckled and we walked back down the mountain of stairs.


And when we walked into the kitchen, I almost cried. It was amazing. Ivory and marble everywhere; light brown maple wood covered the cabinets. And the oven... Oh God I must be dreaming.


"Do you like it?" He asked, and I nodded my head, excitedly. "Well I should get dinner cooking if we want to eat at all. Here, you can sit outside on the balcony." He pulled his jacket off of a hanger and pulled it around my shoulder, leading me to the balcony.


When we stepped outside, I sighed. It was overlooking the city, and you could see the Eiffel Tower.


The cold wind blew my hair off of my shoulders, giving me a chill. And unexpectedly, Harry walked up behind me and kissed my bare shoulder, making my skin burn harshly under his lips; making me want more.


But I shook it off.


"I'll get dinner ready." He mumbled in my ear, walking away from me and into the kitchen.


I watched him as he grabbed a few pans and placed them on the counter. He looked very admiring; the way he smiled when he was doing what he wanted.


"Why are you watching me?" He asked, not even looking up from his place.


"Because you just look so professional when you're doing this." I leaned my body against the frame of the door way and pulled his jacket farther over my shoulders.


"I'll take that as a compliment." He smirked, finally looking at me.


Then I turned back around, looking back to the city behind me. It felt so good to finally be somewhere else. This is my 5th day in Paris, and I'm already on a first date. That's amazingly surprising.


"Dinner is served my love." Harry walked outside, carrying two dinner plates and setting them down on the table.


He held out my chair for me and I sat down, and he sat down soon after I did. I didn't know what I could do without making it awkward, so I just picked up the wine bottle sitting on the table and poured some in our glasses.


And he was the first one to raise his glass. "To conquering our desires tonight." He raised his glass and winked at me.


"To conquering our desires." I hit my glass against his and we took a drink of our wine before we started to eat.
"Oh my goodness. Harry this is incredible." I looked to him and he smiled.


"Thank you. Chicken and Eggplant Parmesan is my best homecooked dish."


"Well you did a swell job." He smiled at me and we continued to eat.


"So, my diamond. Where are you from?" He asked as we finished.


"I am from Toronto, Canada. How about you?" I asked and he sighed.


"Cheshire, England. It's a small town, and I wouldn't mind going there again. But I have a job here so I'm not going anywhere." He took a drink of his wine and I smiled again.


I sighed and stood up, leaning against the railing.


"Why did you leave?" He asked and I turned to him.


"I left because I needed to. And, I just wanted to be free. I wanted to get out and see the world." I arched my shoulders forward. "Why did you leave?"


"I'm not ashamed to say I left for the same reason." He chuckled a little and it made me laugh, but then I looked down.


When I looked back up, he was standing right in front of me.


So I turned around and faced the edge of the railing.


But then I felt his burning, warm hand glide across my arm and I melted where I stood. Then his lips landed on my shoulder and I caught myself breathing hard. Then his lips traveled up my neck and to my ear.


"Maybe I should get you home before I get the desires to do something else to you." He rasped in
my ear.


I weakly nodded my head and he grabbed my hand, leading me into the house and right out the front door.


"I'm sorry." I heard him say as we walked.


"What for?" I asked and he let out a deep breath.


"I had absolutely had no right to come onto to you like that. That is absolutely no right way to treat a woman, and it was completely and utterly disrespectful. I am sorry for coming onto you the way I did." He seemed so frustrated for kissing up my neck.


"It's fine. I'm not upset." I shrugged and he let out another breath, like I was pinning him so far down.


We stepped in front of the entrance of my apartment complex and I sighed.


"Okay. Well. Thanks for dinner, it was delicious." I smiled and he nodded his head.


"Anything for you, diamond. Besides, I hadn't cooked a meal for myself in weeks. And I enjoyed your company." He returned the smile and I bit my lip.


He stepped towards me and put his hand on my cheek, making me shudder and look up at him.


He smiled in a way that made my knees weak and he hovered his mouth over mine like he was going to kiss me.


But instead he only chuckled and ran his hand down my cheek and down my neck; the tips of his fingers slowly trailing down my arm.


"A kiss on the first date isn't very mature..." His hand clasped in mine and he shook forcefully. "This was fun. And we will do it again."
He then nodded his head, and walked away.


What is it with men these days?

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Notes

If love be rough with you, be rough with love. -William Shakespeare. xx