Chapter 3

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He was up before me and had room service waiting. It was almost noon, and I had to admit to myself that it felt great to wake up knowing he was there. After a quick look in the bathroom mirror, brushing my teeth and re-checking the mirror, I walked out to the little living room and asked "Hey. How'd ya sleep?"

"Layin' down with my eyes closed." He quipped, and we both laughed.

"Smart ass." I grumbled with a smile.

"I slept pretty good. How 'bout you?"

"Good. So what's for breakfast, or is it lunch?"

As he uncovered the meal, he said "Lunch and tacos."

I smiled wide. "Yum. I haven't had tacos in forever."

As we dug in, he said "So, I have some crappy news."

"What would that be?" Great, he's gay. I new he was too perfect. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay. I have 5 really good friends who are, and I wouldn't give them up for anything or anyone. Crap! What if it's worse? What if he's got a girlfriend, or he's married? I did a quick mental check of the first 'run in'. No ring, or ring indent. That's good. Right?

He looked really sad and disappointed. "I have to go out town this Friday and won't be back until Sunday night or Monday morning."

Oh, thank God! "That's not so bad. It could be worse." So he's available. Right?

He smiled sweetly and said "Ya. You're probably right. It could be a lot worse."

We finished our lunch without another word. I've known him 2 days. It's already Wednesday, and I'm hating the fact he's gotta go away.Ugh. I'm so pathetic, and who in their right minds lets a complete stranger sty with them. Let me rephrase that, who lets a complete male stranger stay with. After I pushed the cart out into the hallway, I asked "So what time Friday do you have to leave?"

"I should be at the airport by 5:30 pm, so I can get through all the security crap." He didn't look any happier about it than I did.

"If you don't mind me asking, what do you have to go for?" Curiosity had gotten the best of me. Please. Don't say to meet up with girlfriend or something.

"It's kinda like a business meeting, but without the formalities." He shrugged and laughed once.

He acted like he didn't really want to talk about it, so I let go. "Oh." What a brilliant vocab I have. Not! "Is that a good or bad thing?"

He laughed a little nervously. "I think it's both. How about a movie?"

I laughed to myself at the subject change. "Sure. What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know. Let's see what's on." He flipped through a few of the movie channels and settled on Titanic.

What the hell?! A guy picking that movie is seriously off. I mean, sure it's a great movie, but it's a chic flick. "Titanic? Really?" Damn, he is gay. All the good ones are.

He gave a half smile and said "Not one of my favorites, but it's a good movie. Don't you like it?"

Touche, and of coarse! What female on the planet doesn't. "Ya, I like it. I'm just stunned a guy would pick it over Rambo 3." We laughed a little and watched Titanic and not Rambo 3.

After the movie, he asked "So did I hear you right? You don't think you could tell me no if I said pleas'?"

Uh oh! I hesitantly said "I have no idea what you're talking about. ... Why?"

He chuckled to himself, licked his lips and nonchalantly said "I had an idea."

Huh? I was completely lost. "OK. I'll bite. What's your idea?"

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