He took me to exclusive 5-star restaurants or we met at his home. Each time, the sex got hotter, if that was at all possible. His spontaneity, his stamina, fed me like no other man. I was falling deeper in love with my boss. Valentine’s Day, the day for lovers was less than a week away. I’d planned a romantic dinner for two, at my home. Drake had never been to my condo. The meal would be a seafood feast—steamed oysters and shrimps, barbecue salmon, a garden salad, and for dessert he could have his choice of chocolate covered strawberries or me. Oysters and strawberries were high in zinc. I wanted our testosterones fully aroused that evening so that we could give each other hours of pleasure. I entered my office Monday morning, after an incredible weekend with Drake. On my desk sat a crystal vase with two dozen, ruby red, long stemmed roses. It brought an immediate smile to my lips, and I instantly thought of him. He was generous, and had showered me these past weeks with little gifts: flowers, stuffed teddy bears and books because he knew I love reading romance novels.
