” she whispered.“No.”“That wasn’t a question, Sir.” Millie smiled coyly, biting her lower lip as she stepped forward and sat on the desk i...n front of him. The school girl leaned forward and leaned on his arm chairs, trapping Mr.Jenkins in his swivel chair.“I know that you want me and you know that I want you so lets do something about that.” she whispered softly, staring right into his blue eyes. They’re gorgeous, Millie thought and blushed as her body trembled with nerves.Dean was torn apart.. "Try, I'll correct you if you make a mistake and you correct me if I say something wrong in Swedish," he said, "This way we'll both learn."Just then the phone rang. He spoke in German to someone for a few minutes."Yawohl, ich komme gleich (Yes sir, I'll come immediately)," he said replacing the receiver."Karen, it was my boss. I've to go," he said apologizing, "Are you staying at the Hilton? I'm sure I've seen you there." Yes, we are at the Hilton," I replied."I am at the Hilton too," he said,. He must have a boring life, I thought, since we didn't do anything. He also said that he has been trying to deal with these feelings on an emotional level. We chatted for a few days, and I began to realize he was a sweet man who was trying to express his feelings. I was going to help him.Richard asked me if I would come to his house and spend the weekend with him. He said his wife was going to her mothers with the kids. What wife? What the hell was this? He's married! I guess I should have. Preston returned a few minutes later, and for some reason he made a point of showing Tara his wallet. "Yep, here it is," he said, grinning sheepishly. Tara wondered what Preston had really been up to, but decided against starting an argument on their first day in the new town.After lunch, the couple crossed the dirt street to the real estate office. The street wasn't at all dusty, but packed firm, and Preston explained that a steamroller compacted the surface once a week to keep the dust down.