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It was late in the evening. I had just returned home from a long twelve hour day, two of those hours stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic. I opened the door to my empty apartment and threw my purse down.

Exhausted, I walked by the kitchen and stared at the stove. I hated that thing. Why did my kitchen even have one? It’s not like I ever had the time – or the want, to cook on it. I looked in the freezer and eyed the Lean Cuisine box. Not yet, I thought to myself, first I needed a drink.

I opened the door to the fridge and pulled out a beer. What I wanted was a big glass of wine, but that took too much effort. With beer in hand, I headed to the couch, just to sit for a minute.

Resting my eyes momentarily, I heard a weird sound. It was music, jazz possibly? Quickly opening my eyes, I spotted the fresh cut flowers on the coffee table in front of me. Were those there a second ago? Then my attention was turned to a strange, rarely heard noise in my house. Someone was in the kitchen … Cooking!

I rose to my feet, not knowing if I should call the police or check it out. My curiosity got the best of me, and I tiptoed quietly towards the kitchen. As I came around the corner, I caught my first glimpse of the intruder. He was a tall, well-dressed and extremely handsome. On the stove, I noticed a pan coming to a boil as the mysterious man began pulling out two gorgeous steaks from the oven.

Our eyes met, as the corners of his lips slowly turned up into a heart-stopping smile. He turned towards me, grabbing the bottle of wine from the chiller off the counter. He stopped just long enough to find my very favorite wine glass from the cupboard and filled it almost to the top. Handing me the glass he led me to a chair next to the kitchen island.

“Just sit and relax. I heard you had a hard day, so I have made you all your favorites. Tonight there is nothing for you to do, but enjoy.”

Unnerved by this handsome man, I took the wine and sat down. I knew I should have been afraid, but something inside me said to trust him. He quickly finished plating our meals on my special china. Walking towards me, he gave me a smile as he carefully sat the plate in front of me, and then pushed my chair under the table.

We ate in silence for a moment until he said, “I want to hear all about your day, don’t leave any details out.”

Taken aback by this man, I spilled my soul. I told him all about the traffic jam and the horrible clients I had dealt with. He listened so intently, constantly telling me how amazing I was.

When I tried to get him to tell me about his day, he said, “Tonight is all about you, and I want to know everything there is to know.”

Melting inside, we finished dinner while I unloaded all my thoughts and problems. He just listened. Never trying to fix my problems, just being a shoulder to lean on.

When dinner was done, he picked up our plates and put them in the sink. Turning towards me he said in a sexy voice, “I know you are always watching your weight, but you look so thin and beautiful, I should have made you dessert anyway.”

Stunned by his comment, I sat in amazement as he began to unload the dishwasher, and then proceeded to clean up the dinner dishes. He even wiped down the counters. I was breathless.

Returning to me, he took my hand and led me to the couch. He laid me down, my head resting on a pillow over the armrest, the rest of me spread out seductively on the couch.

“You look like a woman that could use a nice, long, relaxing foot massage.”

Giving me his sexy smile again, he knelt at my feet slowly taking my stiletto heels off—one by one. I gasp as he firmly grasps my foot and slowly starts kneading it. Rubbing and pushing, pulling and stroking, it was the best foot rub of my life.

When I was content to the point that I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he stood up and walked slowly to the fireplace. Reaching down, he quickly worked to start us a romantic fire—crackling wood and all. He then went to the television and brought up the DVR screen. He looked back over at me lounging on the couch and smiled at me like I was the most important person in the world.

“I thought we could watch that Project Runway marathon you have recorded. I know how much you like it.”

Now I knew I had died and gone to heaven! He started back towards me, grabbing the chenille throw I loved. It was like he could read my mind. I moved over to the middle of the couch, and he sat next to me, scooping me up in a protective ball and entwining us both in the throw. My head now resting on his chest, I snuggled into him. I was so completely content, the fire burning, a gorgeous man adoring me, and my kitchen was clean.

He moved his head slightly, bringing his lips to my ear. He whispered to me, in his sexy, deep voice, “I know how busy you have been lately, so before you came home I washed and folded all the laundry. I fixed that squeaky window in the office, and took out the trash too.”

Sigh. I was in heaven.

That’s when the strange noise started. It was like a ringing, but more of a musical ring. I looked at him, and he just stared back into my eyes.

The ringing got louder, and that’s when I woke with a startle on the couch. My beer bottle tilted sideways in my hand, pouring onto the carpet.

Dammit! It was just a dream.

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