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Eliza could not feign that she did feel jealousy when Oscar told her about an old love—even if he was twenty-one at the time. But she still had a need to listen to him with rapt attention when he told her.

“When I approached you at the bar the first time,” he started. “I had my act together. I knew what I wanted, and how to get it. But with Sally, it was different. I was a bit shy with her…well more than a bit. She said if I was not so hot, she would not have bothered.”

“Was she older?” Eliza questioned, cuddling more with him because she needed to feel him close and remember he was with her now.

Oscar nodded, and the warmth of his scent came up from his throat and she wanted to touch the warmth and masculinity of it.

“Not a lot, but older like 25. She was gorgeous, and I did not know the first thing to do with her. But she was a happy teacher. I learned a lot from her.”

“I bet you did,” Eliza said, under her breath with a smirk.

“You are jealous of a now phantom ex?”

“You never talked to her after?”

Oscar shrugged.

“She was a bit of a crutch for me for awhile. I would break up with her, or she with me but we still did couple things”

“Like sleep together?”

He nodded, and then took Eliza’s hand and kissed it.

“I did not even know you then, it feels like a lifetime ago.”

Eliza nodded. What she and Oscar experienced was a once in a lifetime as well, she curled into him and he held her tight.

“You’re still hot,” she whispered.

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Eliza looked perfect, absolutely perfect. She sat at her vanity table in just her lace underthings. Rafe loved to slip a secret look at her when she was getting ready for dinners like the one her boss was having tonight. There was international staff in town, and that meant that they wanted to wine and dine them. The entire week had been like that, but this last dinner was with the invite for significant others.

And he was hers.

Rafe sat on the bed in his undershirt and tuxedo pants, he was clean-shaven only because of tonight. Otherwise he would have had a bit of a scruff like he usually did, which Eliza liked. But even though she worked at a creative firm, it was terribly corporate. Even his firm was not that corporate.

Eliza caught him looking at her, he did not care. It was their ritual to get caught looking at each other, getting ready for a night out. In the beginning, when they were first together, they could not just look. They were borderline late to everything, because they could not keep their hands off of each other.

She still was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, and he loved her because he did not know how to do anything else if it was not to love her.

He recognized early on that they fit. Eliza was very innocent when they met. She was wild, and he was used to living like a little man all of his life with his well-off family. His parents had not loved her at first, because Sandrine looked more sophisticated and she was French. He had had an animal desire for Sandrine that after their recent dalliance, would never fade but he would keep it in check.

Eliza loved him, she loved him with all of the love she had regardless of what he did. She always wanted to understand why. It hurt him that he had taken her for granted, and that was why she had ended up with Oscar. He would always be attracted to Sandrine, but he had no desire to be with her forever. But he knew that Eliza loved Oscar, and it hurt him. It hurt him that she had fallen in love with another man.

Eliza blew kisses at him, and he caught them. He watched her spritz perfume on her pulse points, it was like a ceremony with her. Behind her ears, the hollow of her throat, between her breasts, the small of her back and behind her knees. When she bent to spritz her knees, he watched the delicate way her body curved. He walked over to her, and traced his finger along her spine.

“No!” She smiled. “No, we are running late—no!”

The fresh scent of her perfume, and the look in her eyes that let him know. She thrust her breasts forward, and pointed the perfume bottle at him like a weapon.

“I will spritz you, and you will smell like…”

“…like you.” He finished.

Eliza put the petal-shaped bottle down, and he stood close to her.

They were going to be late for her boss’s dinner…

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Eliza was very attached to her gadgets. After her rendezvous with Oscar, she was able to use them to keep track of Rafe and Terrence.

Terrence texted her, and she wiped her hair out of her eyes.

Have not seen you in forever, I miss you.

She loved how much sentiment she got from him now. He was so different. When they first met at work, she thought he was abrasive and a smart ass. But now she realized that he was the way he was with her, because he was fighting against liking her.

But what had happened since then and now was inevitable.

She looked at her phone again, and saw a text from Rafe.

Taking you out tonight—get all dolled up because I just want to see you like that.

Like a doll? she teased with her text.

Yes, my doll.

Eliza loved that Rafe still wanted to see her dolled up. He liked the way that she looked, and she liked to get dolled for him because she loved to watch his eyes when he looked at her.

Placing her phone upside down on her lap, Eliza adjusted her wireless headphones. She moved to a sensual playlist that she liked, when she was feeling like she was today.

Then she picked her phone up, when it vibrated, and it felt like her recent sex with Oscar.

Vibrating in all of the spots where Oscar had.

Oscar, a text from Oscar.

I miss you, do you miss me?

That soft vulnerability in his text.

Hadn’t she always missed him?

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After marathon lovemaking in the hotel with Oscar, Eliza had to catch herself. She threw her head back on the backseat, and looked at the busy streets of Manhattan fly past her. She could still feel Oscar inside her, and it was a precious feeling to her.

And taboo at the same time.

She crossed her legs, and looked at her phone. She had messages from Rafe and Terrence, but all she was filled with was Oscar. How good it felt, how familiar it felt and when was it going to happen again between them?

She saw a message from Oscar pop up on her screen, and it was like she was a teenager all over again.

I miss you already E. Want to see you again. Soon.

She turned her phone facedown on the seat beside her, and realized the ball was in her court. That she could make it happen again between them, and he was saying that he wanted it to happen again.

In the beginning before she and Rafe opened up their relationship, she thought that she… that it was possible that she could have left Rafe to be with Oscar. Now that was inconsequential, because she can be with him and Rafe and Terrence would just have to deal.

She sat up straighter as saw the Empire State Building, and realized that her love was equally as tall.

When are you free? When can we get together again? She texted and closed her eyes, eager for his response.

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There had been whispers, but it was face to face with Oscar that it was confirmed.

“So Polly and I have broken up again.” he stated.

Eliza looked at him with soft eyes across from the table, while she sipped a glass of Barolo.

“How do you feel about it?” she queried.

He ran his hands through his hair.

“I do not know, it is not the first time, and we have done it so much that it feels like we could be back together too…but for now broken up.”

“I am sorry,” Eliza lowered her eyes.

“How is Terrence?”

“Fine, Rafe too of course.”

Oscar nodded.

Hearing that he was single again made something leap in her. Which was not a surprise, it was Oscar after all, and they had been a big thing.

“What are you going to do now?” she questioned, looking in his eyes. “Are you going to spend some alone time? Or time trying to figure out what to do next?”

It was moments later, as she looked at her cell phone and was glad there were no meetings she had missed…it was then that she looked at the bottle of Barolo beside the bed, and reached for Oscar.

It had been such a long tome, that she never even thought it was possible again that they would be like this. But when he took her hand as she tried to reach him and pulled her for a kiss and was on top of her again as she was semi dressed, Eliza smiled at serendipity.

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Today is the last day of NaNoWriMo, and I am following my muse. So here is a retro post of when Eliza and Terrence first got together…

Eliza pressed her hand to her head.

Life was wilder than fiction…she could not have made any of this up. She rolled from side to side on the bed, at first not sure literally where she was–

–in bed.

–or where she was…

…in Paris.

She loved Paris, but she had not been excited about this trip. Aside from all of the things that were going on in her personal life with Rafe and Oscar, she was less than thrilled about her traveling companion.

The new guy in her department had rubbed her the wrong way as soon as she met him. He was far too cocky, and did not mesh with anyone in her department. He was abrupt with her, and she was his boss. She had not wanted to go with him, but he was hired because he had contacts in France, and they wanted to expand outside of Paris. Plus his French was impeccable.

On the plane there, they sat side by side. Eliza pressed her head to the window, and felt the new guy fall asleep on her shoulder. She wanted to push him off of her, but she figured he was asleep. She reread texts that she and Oscar had exchanged. Oscar mentioned Polly, and that was almost too much for her to bear.

As work colleagues, the new guy was spectacular. In and out of meetings, he was spectacular. And then there were the awkward interactions between them, when they were not in meetings. Eliza would stare at her phone, and the new guy would sit across from her.

“You should dump that guy…”

Eliza looked up at him.

“What?”

“You keep staring at your phone frowning. I know that look, you should dump the guy.”

She picked up her phone, and walked out onto the terrace. The new guy followed her.

“Don’t jump!”

Eliza rolled around on her bed, and felt as if she was burned when she rolled into his body.

It was the new guy, and he was still asleep. She swallowed as she watched him. This truth was far stranger than fiction…

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