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I walk out of the building and see Richard Faulkerson leaning casually against his sport car. An Audi R8. He smiles at me as I walk closer. I look down, hoping to hide my goofy smile on my face. Stupid contract. I have to sign. I should sign. I've already- his lips on mine interrupt my thoughts. It's an intensive, I-was-longing-for-you-left-me- kiss. God, now I really have to sign.

"Hi." He says softly as I feel his hand on my cheek.

"Hi." I add, sounding like a five year old who just entered paradise - a shop filled with just dolls. "Where are we going?"

He holds the passenger door open for me, "The Hamptons, there will be a horserace in a couple of hours."

So that's why he asked me if I liked horses. "Do you own a horse?"

He nodds as he starts the car, "Two actually. They are both very good and will race against each other today."

"Well that sounds like fun." I say smiling. Buy my smiles fades as I notice what I'm wearing. So not appropriate for the occasion.

"What?"

"I don't think my outfit-"

"Everything's already arranged, Miss Mendoza. Don't worry you have something to wear- for both the horserace and the dinner."

The dinner. I almost forgot it. "Your mother seems very down to earth."

"She is. I mean she's somehow like you, I guess. You have the same taste of clothing. She is stubborn and very good at her job. She loves surgery."

"Does she go to horseraces or any other social events?" as soon as I asked this question something clicked. A horserace. That's a social event. An event Richard usually attends alone. Without any female escorts. Is he breaking his rules for me?!

"Well she attends dinner for charity events. Especially for cancer. But horse races...No, that's not her thing."

"But it's your's."

He shruggs, "Maybe. I like the atmosphere. And I like winning."

"Did you bring anything to eat?"

Shit. "No. I forgot."

"We should stop by at a diner then. We gave a long drive ahead for us, Miss Mendoza." He says to me, with no smile at all on his lips.

Twenty minutes later we are sitting in a diner, Hamilton's Inn. The diner is nearly empty.

"What can I get you two?" The waitress ask us.

I didn't even half time to look at the menu.I was too focused to scan my surroundings.

"I uhmm..." I start and open the menu.

"One coffee and one orange juice for a start and Two omelet please.Thank you.."

"Good, coming right up." the waitress says with a smile on her face. Seems like he have the same effect on every woman.

"What did you do this morning?" He asks me, taking a sip of coffee.

"I read the contract." I sat in one breath, as if I wad confessing a crime. Is it a crime to start a relationship with a polyamorist? If so, I am a criminal. Most likely.

He nearly choked on the coffee, "Well, I didn't expect you to do it soon."

"When exactly did you think I would read it?"

"After the week. The week with me."

"Are you now going to stop trying?" I ask him in a hushed voice.

"I am not trying to win you over or anything, Maine. This is my world. I just want to show it to you. All of it. All shades of my world."

"How come I only see the shiny shades, then?"

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

The waitress walks up to us and places the omelettes in front of us.

"Could we pay right now?" I ask her, causing his eyes to snap open.

"Here's the money and keep the change"

"Thank you." She says and walk away.

"You shouldn't have paid."

"Let's face it, that's probably the only time I will be able to pay. So leave me this part of my dignity to myself." I explain and start eating.

"Maine," he started.

"No. Let's eat. We have- what did you say?- a long ride ahead of us."

I lean my head against the window of the moving sport car, trying to collect all my thoughts. I can't sign. My subconsciousness agrees with me. It would be reckless and risky and full of surprises...But I have to sign. My inner goddess nodds. He is wonderful and caring and sweet...Plus he kinds of breaks his own rules for me. Maybe he...

No. I can't sign. I mean, this is just- "What are you thinking about?" He asks me as we drive along the beach coast of New York.

"I won't sign the contract. Not. If we don't change some phrases." I day and look at him.

"We'll discuss it when the time is right, Miss Mendoza."

"I guess." I say and look out of the window again.

He turns on the radio and Snow Patrol starts to sing one of my favorite song- Shut your eyes.

"Hey," he starts and I feel his hand on my left thigh, "could you do me a favor."

"Sure."

"Forget the contract for the week, alright? Let's just take it day by day."

I nodd as he squeezes my hand, "Okay."

"Good." He says, locking eyes with me for a second before he focuses on the street again.

I smile as I decide to stare out of window again. It's beautiful in the Hamptons. The beach, the ocean, the beautiful houses...

He holds the door open and walk into the suite of the Sole East Hotel. It's nice white room, with a king size bed at the end of the corridor with white beddings and green pillows. Everything in this suites says beachy-- from the wooden floor to the plaited sitting area.

"It's nice..." I say, walking into the bedroom. There's hallstand standing to my left, with clothes on it. Cocktail dresses in every color and every cut, which would suite me. Beneath the clothes are shoes-- high heels to be exact. Then there's a closet and I open it. It's filled with more clothes are more casual. So that's what he meant when he said that everything's arranged.Amazed, I touched the dresses, feeling real silk between my fingers for the first time. I smile, that what is expecting me when I sign. A whole different world. I turn around and my smile fades as I him leaning casually in the doorframe, his thumbs are tucked in the pockets of his jeans, He's smiling. Observing me.

"It's not polite to stare, Mr. Faulkerson." I say as he walks over me.

"Guess, I couldn't resist, Miss Mendoza." He says with that killer smile on his lips.

I return his smile and feel his hands around my waist seconds later, "When is the horserace?"

"In two hours." He says, locking eyes with me. Gosh, he's so perfect -- yeah, if he weren't a polyamorist, my subconsciousness says in a struct voice to me.

"Which means I should get ready." I say , already planning my time in my head, releasing myself from his embrace.

"Maine," he says and I feel his hand on my arm, twisting me around and back to him before I feel his lips on mine.

I grin against his lips, feeling his forehead pressed gently against mine. "I should get dressed."

"Mhm..." He says kissing me again.

"Maybe I should help you get undressed then." He says and kisses me passionately before I can response. I run my fingers through his hair as I press my hips lightly against his erection. Oh stupid men. They always make you wanna do things which aren't planned. Especially a man like Richard Faulkerson.

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