1 week later
*Bree*
I haven't seen Tom at all since we came home four days ago, there has been no need to, so I have been working from the office, and I am kind of happy to get a little distance between us, I seem to have a hard time controlling myself around him.

But I also can't seem to get him of my mind, hell I wake up at night covered in sweat, my body aching with longing because those miss steps we shared comes back to haunt me in my dreams.

Okay, so maybe not haunt me, it is not that it isn't very hot dreams, but the last thing I want is erotic dreams about Tom, this is not how I want to go on with my life.

My eyes scan the restaurant and a sigh escapes me, why did I agree to this date, the guy is probably not my type at all.

I usually don't let others interfere with my love life, that has never brought anything good with it and yet I am sitting here, in a way to fancy restaurant, waiting for my blind date.

Luke insist that this man is just perfect for me, I highly doubt it, they never are, so why would this guy be any different ? My only long lasting relationship was with a young french doctor called Pierre, an assistant to my father, we dated for almost two years. He wanted me to go with him to France to get married, so I broke it off.

The door open and my eyes instantly goes there to see who enters, but it is just a couple arm in arm, I sip my champagne, and let my thoughts wonder, I am thinking about Pierre.

Well our sex life had been pretty good, but suddenly my thoughts stray from Pierre, and I hear another voice in my head, asking me how good it felt, telling me how sexy I am.

I remember the feeling of his lips locking with mine, his hands on my skin, the intense pleasure, the sound of Tom moaning my name.. Wait stop what ? Tom ? Tom !

Snap out of it Bree, right now, do not think about what happened between you and Tom, it is over and done, it was a mistake, well a string of mistakes, it will not be repeated.

"Bree ? Bree Winthers ?" A smooth voice asks and I look up to see a very handsome man with slicked back blonde hair and pale blue eyes walking towards me.

I shake my head slightly to snap completely out of the weird ass fantasy I was just having, getting up to extend my hand to him. "Yes, that is me".

"Hi I'm Darren, you date". He takes my hand, shaking it at our eyes meet, well he is very handsome, I have to give Luke that.

"Well it is a pleasure to meet you Bree, Luke told me a lot about you". He sends me a smile, that I instantly return as a reflex.

I nod and let go of his hand, he walks over to the opposite side of the table and I say. "Nothing bad I hope ? Unfortunately he didn't tell me much about you".

"No not bad at all. And I am sorry that I am a bit late, the traffic was bloody murder". He apologise as we both take our seats.

"It's fine, I haven't been waiting that long". I lie, if he had just been on time it would have saved me from having those Tom flashbacks.

He smile at me and says in that smooth voice. "Well at least Luke didn't lie when he told me to just find the most beautiful woman in the room".

"Well, thanks for the compliment, but he might have been exaggerating a bit". I say, sipping my champagne, blushing a bit.

"No I don't really think he did". He says with a polite smile. "So you are in public relations, that sounds like an interesting business".

"No not really, I mostly am just a glorified nanny, making sure he gets were he needs to be on time and don't make to much of a fool of himself". I say with a shrug and ask. "What do you work with ?"

He chuckles. "I am in advertising, and no not really exciting either, I mostly do the research before the adds are made, I much rather be on the creative team".

"Well maybe someday you get the chance". I say smiling at him, and he smiles back.

"I really hope so".

He has nice and beautiful eyes, despite the cold colouring, but not as warm as Tom's, oh stop it Bree, I kick myself and try to focus on what Darren is talking about.

We actually has a lot of thing in common, and we talk about a lot of things, but I keep comparing everything about him to Tom, his smile, his laughter, the way he talks, and I just want to kick myself.

As the evening goes on, it keeps getting worse, everytime I close my eyes, images of Tom and I flash by, and I fight to push those illicit images away, shifting in my chair and pressing my thighs together.

When we get our main course I'm already a mess and unfortunately it is not because of the man sitting across from me, I don't get why I can't stop thinking about Tom and what happened.

It must be the champagne affecting me, it has to be, I am on a date with this handsome and sweet guy and I keep thinking of the biggest mistake of my life.

I try to focus, to smile and laugh at the right moments, to come with small comments when needed, but all that is really on my mind is Tom and me naked, moans of passion, his lips on my skin.

Oh God I am a mess, yes it had been good, it had been more than good, every time, but it is crazy that I suddenly can't seem to focus on anything else.

I try very hard to focus on Darren, he is talking about his family, and I realise I haven't heard a word he have said for at least ten minutes, making me feel like a horrible person.

I have to snap out of these fantasies, memories, whatever you want to call them. This has to stop now.

The restaurant door open and a couple enters, a tall beautiful blonde woman, she is followed by an even taller man, he has sandy ginger hair and is wearing a perfectly fitted tux.

Just a I am about to look away, to try and focus back on Darren, the man's head turns toward me, our eyes meeting for a split second. "Tom ?!"