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As Barbara sat in her desk chair, she found that once again she couldn’t concentrate though this time it had nothing to do with the disappearing money. She swiveled around and found herself looking out the window behind her desk and daydreaming. “I shouldn’t be doing any such thing when I should be working at my desk.” Silvio. Every time she thought about Fiore’s handsome new employee and his marvelous accent she was affected in ways she thought impossible for someone like her to experience except in her dreams. Of course Carol was affected that way most every day. Being aroused was probably commonplace for her. She propped her chin on the palm of her hand as her elbow rested on the windowsill and she sighed: She pictured Silvio and her sitting across from each other at her dining room table in her apartment eating some delicious concoction she had just whipped up (she rolled her eyes for she couldn’t cook). When he thought she wasn’t looking, he would glance towards the bedroom door. So after… She shook the daydream, one of many, from her head and spun around in her chair back to her desk. Get back to work! But almost immediately she felt her mind begin to wander. Throughout the week she had made excuses to run into him a multitude of times and each time she couldn’t believe how perfect he was…even down to his ring-less finger. And it didn’t seem that he had any idea just how perfect he was. How sexy was that?

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Later in the evening, Barbara stood in the corner of Fiore’s dining room as if making notes on her blank clipboard. She watched the new waiter move from table to table. The female patrons forgot their husbands or boyfriends as they looked into those dark eyes, listened to his halting English and ordered as slowly as possible. Their eyes followed his retreating figure (and his firm butt), as hers did, also. She was fairly certain that the enamored women would also be inflating the tips left by their dates.

Her eyes briefly met his as he took a step toward the kitchen. His smile, as his luxuriant lashes drooped over the tops of his high cheekbones, was tentative and almost self-deprecating. She felt her cheeks grow warm. He must realize how handsome he is! She glanced at him one more time, sighed in frustration and lowered her pen and prop to her thighs. Turning toward the lounge, she thought, I’ve got to do something, if only to satisfy my own lust!