The dinner went smoothly—and intensely. Our gaze locked now and then, a wave of lust passing through. We both needed each other. And when the delicious pasta and grilled veggies filled my belly, I couldn’t help but ask him for a dance. He did not refuse yet he was the one who swept me off my feet and we stood near the table swaying to a soft violin playing in the distance.

While moving to the rhythm of the music, I glanced upward and once again noticed how much smaller I was compared to him. The force of his muscular body against mine was striking. Despite wearing two-inch heels, I...