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Ch3 ......... I

Once home, I quickly take the dress off putting it back in its box. I look at it funnily.

That Carter... I don't understand him!

I throw my shoes into the hall, I undo my bun and quickly slip an old tee shirt on.

The whole evening stank of money and false good intentions! All those narrow-minded souls delighting in the world's poverty...!

T:"Working for Africa, you bet!! More like making a good impression on all the little New York bimbos!"

Ditchy is up against the bars of its cage. Probably wondering what's wrong with me. Or it just wants a treat. I'll go for the second option.

T:"Hey sweet... Come here."

I pick it up gently, placing it in the palm of my hand.

I give Ditchy a little stroke before putting it down on the sofa next to me.

I grab my computer to go on my blog.

Several kind comments calm me down. It's lucky I have these followers... At least with them, I feel like we share something that's real.

What's more generous than cooking?

I open a new post. I need to have a heart to heart!

I moderate my thoughts.

As I know that written posts stay and that even if it's all anonymous, it's better to be careful of what I say, I ease my words.

"My boss invited me to a charity ball tonight. And... I felt really out of place. I got the impression I was in another world where things are just smoke and mirrors."

I keep writing and writing more. When I realise that I've been at it for more than an hour, I check it over and post it.

I conclude with the question : "Do you think I was over the top? How would you have reacted?"

I like them to interact and give me their opinions whether it's about cooking or life in general.

I put my computer down and get up to go to the bathroom.

I take a shower.

I let the water run down my face, closing my eyes. For a moment my mind drifts back to Carter and the way he looked at me during his speech.

I really did have the impression he was looking just at me for a moment... Yet it doesn't make any sense.

His voice, his grey eyes... My body reacts to the thought of him straight away and I'm flooded with a warm pleasant sensation...

I delicately rub the soap over my skin and I start to imagine that it's his hand caressing me...

Already my mind remembers his smell, his manly confidence that emanates from him.

The sensuality of the moment makes me forget that I'm alone in my bathroom.

I open my eyes suddenly.

T:"What's gotten into me?!"

I've just been fantasizing about my boss. And the least I can say is that I enjoyed it!

T:"Shit! I need to get a grip!! Not to mention that the jerk bid on a woman! Is that how I want to be treated?!"

I quickly get out to dry. I look at myself in the mirror, my cheeks have turned pink with excitement. I feel pathetic.

I put a little cold water on my face and slip into my night clothes.