Zoe was taking the bags from the trunk when it started to rain.

Large droplets were soaking her coat and her hair. Luckily, she only had to cross the street to enter her flat. Taking hold of the keys, her mind went back to two months before, when she had moved there.

She worked as interior decorator. This flat offered her all the quiet she needed to work on her projects. Her only visitor was Mark, an overly zealous colleague who had a crush on her. He had no chance at all, but he was simply too stubborn to admit it.

Once entered, Zoe someway managed to close the door at her back.

During the week she hadn't had time to go out to buy food, and she had done it today only because her fridge was empty. It was almost dinnertime, and Thor, her black Labrador, should be hungry by now.

On the stair she heard a familiar voice: Celia's. She was talking to a man Zoe had seen occasionally, but had never had the occasion to talk to.

"Good evening Celia," she said with a friendly smile, as she was climbing the last steps to the first landing.

Both Celia and the man turned around, acknowledging her presence. Celia returned the warm smile at once, leaning over the threshold of her apartment in order to see the newly arrived properly.

"Hello Zoe!"

"Can I give you a hand with those?" the man offered instead, noticing how burdened she was with bags and packs.

"Yes, thank you," she said, panting, relieved to give him one of her heavy bags. Zoe observed him closely for a moment, smiling at him. “I could have never managed to reach my door with all those bags."

"You're welcome," he smiled back, before to nodding towards the above levels. "I can help you to your door."

"Already at her door and you haven’t even introduced yourself, mister Sheppard?" Celia piped up playfully, "That's so rude."

"Well, I was hoping you would. Makes me feel important, you know."

Celia rolled her eyes, struggling to hold back a smile. "Very well then" she said, taking a solemn step forward. "Zoe, I'm most delighted to introduce you to Paul Sheppard, a most talented painter."

"OK, OK! I should have done this myself." Paul cut off, chuckling, and offered his free hand to Zoe. "I'm Paul."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Zoe" she smiled, shaking his hand. She was amused by their playful bickering, and flattered by his kindness. Men like that were not easy to find.

"So you're a painter? I'm an interior decorator. Some time you should let me see your work. Are you already selling your work?"

"I am, actually," he nodded, his green eyes surveying her attentively. "I often work on commission though. I do mostly portraits."

"He joined quite an important exhibition only a few months ago. It was brilliant." Celia cut in, smiling brightly at the other woman before her gaze shifted to Paul. "You should really show her something. I'm sure she'll love it."

He nodded at once, giving Zoe a small, nervous smile. Such compliments always made him feel a little uneasy, and when made in front of such a charming woman, even more so. "Of course, I will."

"I'm looking forward to it." Zoe smiled at him, noticing that he wasn't feeling completely at ease. Maybe he was shy. Or maybe there was something going on between Paul and Celia. After all, she knew little about them. She had invited Celia to her apartment once or twice, and they had had a lovely chat, but they hadn't talked of such private matters.

"But I should go upstairs now. It's quite late and my dog will be starving by now," she said, glancing at Celia. "See you soon then, right?"

"Sure" she answered, nodding. "I have only domestic flights scheduled for awhile, so I'll be spending much more time at home."

"And that's good" Paul mused, smiling, before leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Will you come over for dinner, by the way?"

For her part, Celia pretended to ponder over the proposal for a few moments before finally raising an eyebrow and smiling archly at him. "Alright, but I'll cook."

"Deal." he chuckled before following Zoe upstairs, still carrying the heavy bag. He forced himself not to stare at her quite shapely backside as they climbed up the stairs.

“You old perv”, he thought, “she's probably engaged anyway”.

Paul's thoughts immediately drifted to the young man he had crossed paths with so many times during those last two months. Since the only apartment on the third floor was Zoe's, he could safely assume that he was actually some sort of boyfriend.

From the way Paul and Celia had acted towards each other, Zoe had assumed that they were indeed engaged. There was a strong bond between those two, and against her will, she found herself envying the other woman. Shame promptly followed.

Once outside her door, she opened it, turning then to look at Paul. He was quite a sight. His green eyes seemed to read her every thought. She wondered if his blonde hair was as soft as it looked.

"Well...Thank you for your help..." she smiled awkwardly. It didn’t seem a good idea to ask him in, especially if he was engaged. "I will see you around then?"

Paul nodded and returned the smile, his eyes lingering into hers for a split second before he took a step backwards. Almost without noticing, he had started to twiddle with the hem of the black sweater he was wearing. "Just knock at my door in case you need anything" he said cordially, "and don't forget about the paintings, right?"

"Sure!" she smiled, looking back at him. She stared straight into those piercing green eyes. "I'd love to see them. In fact, I was searching for some accessories for my clients. As soon as I see your paintings, if they co-ordinate with their furnishings I could give them your number. What do you think? Celia has spoken highly about your work. I'm sure you have a great talent."

Once again, Paul found himself mildly embarrassed and smiling in what, he assumed, was a very idiotic way. This time he managed to pull himself together quickly, though. "Yes, well…" he began with a shrug, the idiotic smile replaced by a small grin. "Don't mind what Celia says. She's not unbiased when it comes to such matters, but I'd be glad to show you my work. You could have a look at the apartment as well. It's large and you could advise me how to make the most out of it. I promise I'll paint something for you in return."

"Yes, why not!" she said, smiling brightly. She wasn't just pretending. She was pleased with his proposal. It was one thing to work with spoiled and haughty rich people. It was quite another was to work with an attractive man who appeared to be very friendly and kind, too.

"I'm working mostly at home lately, for I'm finishing some projects. I'd be glad to come to your place. We'll see you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, right?"

Paul's face broke into a much wider, hearty smile as he nodded, his gaze steady. "Right, Miss, I'll look for you then," he said, starting to the stairs. "It's been a pleasure."At that same moment, the door on the lower floor clicked open, and a pair of slippered feet came scuffling out of it.

"Dad?"

"Yes, I'm coming," Paul answered quietly, leaning over the banister to look down, then looking at Zoe again. "Duty calls."

"It's been a pleasure, Paul," she said, rolling his name on her tongue. She liked the sound of it.

Zoe looked at him as he climbed down, her eyes eagerly roaming over his broad shoulders and firm backside.

A load, resonant bark snapped her out of her reverie. She had completely forgotten about Thor! Dragging the heavy bags inside, she closed the door and locked it, a good habit she had learned after thieves had tried to enter while she was taking a shower.

Whistling merrily, she hurried to the closed room. The apartment was spacious, and as she was living alone. She was using one of the spare rooms as a study, but the other one was reserved for her dog. "Hey big boy!" she called, opening the door. She laughed out loud when Thor hurried out, nuzzling her feet and legs before jumping on her, wagging his tail almost frantically.

*******

A large, flower stamped dishcloth set on his right shoulder, Paul Sheppard was bustling about the kitchen sink in the early hours of the morning. The perfect housemaid, one would say, were it not for the isle at his back that was overflowing with bottles, cans, empty food boxes and all sorts of kitchen items. No one ever complained about the mess, though. Not since his wife, Laura wasn't there anymore to scold him and snicker at his messiness, shaking her head with amused resignation. He found himself smiling fondly at her memory, while rinsing the lather off the mugs with fresh water. He was doing well; even though he had to look after the house and two rambunctious nine-years-old boys, and take care of his career at the same time. Laura would be proud of him, he thought, for in life she always was.

His musings were cut off when a young, well-known voice called from the kitchen table.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Thomas?" the man answered, without turning around. Though his two kids were twins, he had no trouble identifying their voices. It wasn't always easy to distinguish the two scoundrels by their looks, but their very different temperaments often gave away their identities. Thomas was more of a quiet one, always polite and much more careful than Tom, who wasn't afraid of anything - or anyone - and didn't bother himself too much when it came to watching his tongue.

"We're going to be late, dad," the boy answered quietly, while browsing through a magazine. "In fact, we're already late. Can we stay home today?"

This time Paul did turn around, so sharply that the flower stamped cloth fell off his shoulder. "No young man, you can't stay home!" he scolded, groping for another dishcloth without bothering to pick the other from the floor. He glanced at the wall clock. 7:45.

"Where's your brother?"

"He was in our room playing Apollo 18."

By then, Paul was already slipping on his suede jacket. "Well, go and tell him to hurry! We're leaving." he urged, "Laika! Let's go!"

Tom pouted as they left their home moments later. "I was landing," he muttered to himself. He couldn't understand what was the big deal was. He could have stayed home just once. After all, he had to finish his mission. Who cares about math, anyway?

Suddenly, his attention was caught by the cheerful barking coming from the stairs. He smiled upon seeing the big, black dog and lady who was trying to drag him away without much success.

"Thor!" Zoe scolded her dog. "Stop barking like that or you'll wake up everyone!"

However, Thor wasn’t listening, and continued to drag her, wagging his tail and almost causing his owner to fall down the stairs.

"Thor!"

"He just wants to meet Laika, our dog, miss" Tom intervened, smiling at her. He noticed the two dogs were now nuzzling at each other. It was quite funny anyway.

"He's grown strong, the scoundrel." Zoe smiled at the kid, loosening the grip on Thor's leash.

She was already panting and she had not even exited the building. Not good, at all. She shifted her attention to the man who was watching her with an amused expression upon his face, and she smiled warmly. "Good morning, Paul. I'm sorry for all that fuss. I'll make sure it doesn’t happen again."

He smiled back as warmly, and couldn't help but chuckle as he bent over to pet the rowdy black dog.

"Don't worry at all," he said jovially, standing up, "it doesn't bother me. But it would if this rascal dragged you all the way down the stairs on your rear end."

Thomas, who was eyeing the couple with amusement since they'd met, had to struggle not to laugh. Haplessly, a muffled giggle managed to slip past his lips, causing his father to remember about his and Tom's presence. How unfair.

"Well, you two?" Paul prompted, giving the twins a very significant look. "Get your bikes, you're late already! Off you go!" The twins exchanged glances and had to finally yield to their fate. There was definitely no chance they could desert school today.

"Alright. Bye." Thomas muttered, sulking. He put his backpack on, and kissed Paul goodbye as he stooped and ruffled his hair fondly, as was his custom.

Then it was Tom's turn.

"Be careful on the street, OK?"

"Ok, don't worry. I'll behave" Tom said, smiling at him and waving at Zoe before hurrying after his brother. He glanced back once at the couple. He would have to have a talk with his brother about them later.

Meanwhile, Thor was fondly licking Laika's right cheek, causing Zoe to chuckle quietly. “Well, I think the bachelor has finally found his lady. It’s about time!" she said, grinning at Paul, her arms folded across her chest and a mischievous smile on her face.

Raising an eyebrow in response, Paul had to grin as well at such a display. "She doesn't seem to mind, either," he commented amusedly. Laika was snuffing Thor's muzzle in a very appreciative manner and waggling her bushy tail. Returning his attentions to Zoe, he let his eyes linger on her blue-green ones, noticing for the first time how very much he liked that peculiar hue. He definitely had to use it more in his paintings. "So, are you off for a morning walk?"

Raising her eyebrow, Zoe stared at him, her smile unwavering while inside she was stunned.

Was he implying something? No. It must be her fervent imagination, nothing more. He's engaged after all, to a really nice lady, so there is nothing to worry about. Paul is just being friendly. Don't think about anything else, even if you can't take your eyes off him.

"Yes. I usually walk with Thor at this hour in the morning." she began, tilting her head to one side. "I think I need to go to the gym. This rascal is becoming too strong for me, and I don't think he'll be very happy to go now and leave his girlfriend behind."

"Well, Laika and I were about to go out for a nice stroll about the park." Paul said alluringly, leaning slightly toward her in a confidential fashion. "We'd be very happy if you two would join us. Do you think that Thor would like that idea?"

Eyeing Thor, who was enthusiastically rubbing himself against Laika, Zoe had to smile. They were simply too sweet. She was too tender-hearted to separate them, not to mention that Thor would never allow her to take him away from his lady. Furthermore, she could spend some time alone with Paul. "Yes, I think he would, and I'd be glad to come along, too. Really."

At her reply, Paul, who had been waiting for an answer with an expectant expression on his face, gave Zoe one of his hearty smiles. Then he patted Laika's haunch, as if to prompt her to follow him. "Our usual itinerary includes a stop at the kiosk down the street for my newspaper and a walk in the park" he said once outside. "Do you have any other plans? Have you had breakfast already?"

"No." she said thoughtfully, following him. Thor was walking at her side, much to Zoe's surprise. He had never been so well mannered.. Then her gaze shifted to Laika, who was quietly walking at Paul's side, and she had to smile. That scoundrel was just imitating her behavior. Good. They should walk together more often. She might be able to avoid sending Thor at one of those "dog schools".

"I'll eat once I get home. I don't want you to waste time waiting for me."

Paul chuckled, and shook his head lightly before giving her a glance and another smile. "I am definitely not in a hurry," he assured. "You could buy something along the way and eat in the park though, if you don't want to waste time. I know a perfect little spot near the pond. I always settle there on a bench and read my newspaper while Laika wanders about."

Zoe watched him attentively for a moment, pondering the whole situation. After all, he was Celia's boyfriend, and she didn't want to fight with the other woman. On the other hand, she was certain that nothing was going to happen. No need to worry about it, then.

"All right" she finally smiled, eyeing a little cafe in front of the kiosk. "I'll go and buy something while you buy your newspaper. I'll join you in a minute".

A few moments later, Zoe was smiling at the clerk, asking for two chocolate muffins and two coffees. It was definitely the best way to start a new day: a Chocolate muffin and a hot coffee. Good. She exited from the shop holding the little bag in one hand and Thor's leash in the other, and approached Paul again.

"There's something for you, too" she told him, looking straight into his eyes. "I don't like to eat alone, and I'm sure you'll manage to read while eating a hot muffin."

Both pleased and caught off guard, Paul gaped at her for a few moments. "Thank you." he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. Still staring straight at her, he offered his right hand. "Let me help you. I can carry the bag or Thor’s leash, since Laika's used to walking unleashed."

Smiling at herself, Zoe couldn't help but think that he must be one of the last gentlemen alive. No man had ever been so kind to her. Paul was even gallant, but she was probably misjudging his behaviour. He was probably being nice because Zoe knew Celia.

"Thank you, Paul," she said. She handed him the bag, since Thor was being strangely quiet. "I'll take Thor, then.

Paul gave her a quick glance as they walked side by side, then returned his gaze to the pavement ahead. No matter how much he struggled to keep a straight face, the faintest trace of a smile was still there. And this time it was a rather roguish, mischievous one. God, he really liked her. If he only had his sketchbook with him.

"I like it." he said after a few moments, turning his face to be able to look in her eyes. "The way you say my name, I mean. Very cockney." The previously only hinted at smile had turned into a fully developed grin. "I'm from Yorkshire myself, though I've been living here in London for a while now. I've moved here when Laura and I were married. She was a Cockney as well."

At the sudden revelation, Zoe widened her eyes in surprise. Had she heard correctly? Was he married? Was she walking with a married man? Wasn't he Celia's boyfriend? After a long, awkward moment, she cleared her throat, and forced a strained smile.

"Are you married? What a sheep I've been! I thought you were Celia's boyfriend!"

Her acknowledgment caused him to chuckle quietly, an amused expression taking over his features, and he shook his head when their gazes met again.

"Not at all, no, I’m not Celia's boyfriend" he said, still chuckling. "We were together for a few months, but it was just not meant to be. We're better off as good friends than as lovers. Then, looking at the street ahead, his smile faltered the tiniest bit, but he didn't avoid her eyes when he spoke again.

"I was married. My wife's died a couple of years ago, and only lately have I come to a little peace with her loss. Let's say I've finally started to live again, though it hasn’t been easy."

At this admission, one of her hands covered her mouth. She felt ashamed of what she had said. Paul had lost his wife. How stupid she had been!

"I'm...I'm sorry Paul..." she murmured, looking straight in front of her, refusing to meet his eyes. "I didn't mean to...upset you..."

"And you didn't," he answered in his kind, friendly way. "In fact, you seem more upset than I am, and there is no need to be. You didn't know. And I know nothing about either, so we should make up for that now."

By then they had reached the park and were near the pond, which was half sheltered from their view by a small grove. "There it is." Paul said, pointing. "There are a couple of benches behind the bushes, that's where I usually go."

Eyeing him with patent interest, Zoe walked quietly to one of the wooden benches. Sitting down, she turned to look at him as soon as he had done the same. He was quite a sight, and she found herself smiling in spite of it all.

They were getting along quite nicely.

"Are you really interested in knowing something about me?" she asked, thinking about his previous comment. "I mean... about my life?"

"Oh indeed, of course I am." Paul nodded. He set the newspaper down on the bench, and handed her the small paper bag. Then his green eyes left hers for a few moments, in order to make sure that Laika and Thor hadn't gone too far. The two were nearby, playfully chasing each other and then rolling around on the grass. Paul couldn't help but think that he'd never seen his Laika that excited and playful since she was but a puppy.

Following his gaze, Zoe smiled at the sight of Thor running about and jumping on Laika. The black dog was not even interested in looking at the fishes which were moving the water's surface in the pond. Odd. Absolutely odd.

Sighing contentedly, she took hold of one of the two muffins, handing it to Paul, while her other hand settled the two coffee cups on the bench. "Eat while it's still hot. This is my favourite breakfast: a chocolate muffin and a cup of hot, black coffee."

"Thank you" he said, taking the small sweet from her hand. They ate quietly, glancing at each other or at Laika and Thor once in a while. Paul spoke again only once he'd finished his muffin and taken a sip of coffee. "So, won't you tell me something about yourself? I'm pretty nosy, I must admit."

"Don’t worry, I don't mind at all", she smiled, sipping her coffee and shifting to be able to look at him properly. "Something about me you say? Well, I'm an interior decorator and I'm currently working with the B&B. I moved from my previous flat because my neighbours were too noisy and I wasn't able to concentrate on my drawings. They kept having rackety parties and stuff like that. In spite of the fact that Ralph keeps hoping that I could be secretly in love with him, I'm quite happily single...but I don't think you're interested in something like that..."

"Why not?" Paul smiled, trying not to show too obvious about how much the revelation had pleased him. So, the guy he'd met on the stairs so many times wasn't her boyfriend as he'd thought. Was he that Ralph, maybe?

"So no chances for this guy, Ralph?" he asked with a smirk, folding his arms. He was pretty interested in knowing something, anything more about Zoe for some reason, and was also sure that she could read it in his eyes. He'd never been too good at disguising his moods.

"You know, I might have met him. Does he visit you often?"

"Yes!" she chuckled, shaking her head, clearly amused and relaxed in his company. Odd. It was unusual for her to be that at ease with people she barely knew.

"He visits me almost every day, although Thor doesn't like him and he starts barking as soon as Ralph steps in. One or two times he also tried to...um...to bite his...rear, but thankfully Ralph was faster than Thor. Every time I have to struggle to keep a straight. It's not an easy task, you know?"

"I don't think I'd manage" he grinned, while trying to picture such a scene. No, indeed he wouldn't manage. "You know, I....well, I thought he was your boyfriend, since he seemed to come almost every day. This makes us even, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I think so." she grinned back, taking a swig of her coffee. "Anyway, he could never be my boyfriend. He's way too boring, and I’ve never felt completely at ease with him. To tell the truth, I never feel completely at ease with other people. That's why I live with just Thor. Except...well, I've been really surprised today because I'm really relaxed in your company."

It was going even better than Paul had dared to hope. They had only met the previous evening, and were already chattering and joking like old friends. It was easy to let go.

"Pretty much the same here." he stated, a hint of amusement in both his voice and his face. "Maybe we know each other from.. er.. a previous life, thus we were meant to meet, to become friends and so on and so forth. Do you believe in such nonsense?" he asked, chuckling. "I don't, actually. But I like being with you."

"I don't believe in it, but I like being with you, too" she smiled, her eyes lingering on his.

The magic was suddenly broken, much to Zoe's dismay, when Thor came running to their bench. Settling two of his large paws on Paul's knees, he was inspecting him, and the mere thought made Zoe smile.

"Thor!" she called, tugging at his collar. "Don't be rude towards our friend. He's not Ralph! C'mon...come here and don't bother Paul".

"No, leave him. He's not bothering me." Paul reassured her with a smile, quite amused by Thor’s behaviour, even thought the large dog's paws were dampening his trousers. "I think he's only warning me that I'd better behave." he chuckled, turning to face Thor again. "So, young gent, what do you say? Am I allowed to keep your lovely master company?"

Suspicious eyes lingered on his face awhile, before the dog merrily barked his approval. Thor licked his hands before running away, leaving a quite upset Zoe staring at Paul's trousers.

"Look what that rascal has done." she murmured, reaching to brush the tips of her fingers over a large damp spot on his knee. "Don't you think it would be better to go home to change your clothes?"

Glancing at the stains as if noticing them only then, Paul shook his head. "No, there's no need to," he said, placing his hand over Zoe's for a moment and then standing up. "but we could go home anyway, so that I could show you my paintings.. What do you think?"

"I think it's a wonderful idea!" Zoe smiled, standing up as well.

Then she turned, chuckling when she saw Thor and Laika barking and merrily jumping around. She had never seen him so happy before. Wondering if she would have ever find that kind of happiness, she whistled to recall him. As soon as Thor was leashed again, Zoe glanced at Paul, feeling strangely excited to go to his home.

"Let's go..."

*******

Paul stepped in first, then gestured for Zoe to follow him inside. Though wide and very luminous, his wasn't exactly what you would call a tidy apartment: half the kitchen table was empty, the other half was jammed with piled magazines, rolls of paper, sketchbooks, pencils, and even a lonely mug had been forgotten among the mess. Were that not enough, Tom and Thomas' toys were scattered everywhere in the living room, as well as clothes and varied other belongings.

"Well.. here we are." Paul smiled as nonchalantly as he could, while leading Zoe to the corner where all his canvases and easels had been arranged, along with a long wooden table and a smaller one for his painting supplies. "I know, I know I'd definitely need some help with housekeeping."

A grinning Zoe looked around for a while, observing the messy apartment. It could easily be called a disaster area.. Almost automatically, her brain started to process a dozen little ways to make the most of it: some consoles to settle the many books and magazines could be installed onto the wall in front of her; a big, colored basket where the children could put their toys.

Noticing that he was looking at her, clearly waiting for her to say something, Zoe smiled at Paul.

"I would gladly help you..."

"Oh yeah?" he smiled back, his eyes lingering into hers for maybe a little longer than necessary. Then he actually took her hand, and led her to his personal corner. Many large paintings were propped against a wall, and some others were waiting to be finished on the easels.

"Choose one" he prompted then, letting go of her hand. "Look around as you please, and choose one."

Clearly pleased by his kindness, Zoe smiled at him, before shifting her attention to the large paintings. Mentally thinking of her customers, she hoped she could find a home for them. He had a great talent for mixing different colours, and his stroke was secure and filled with love. Paul loved to paint. It showed clearly on those canvases.

"I think I could sell this one to the Mattew's," she stated, pointing at a orange and red portrait. "You are really a good painter, Paul. I think you could become very famous. It's clear to me that you put all of your heart in your work."

Overwhelmed by her words, Paul reviewed the canvases critically for a few moments before shifting his gaze back to Zoe. "I do, I love it." he agreed, sitting on the larger table in front of her. "There's still room for improvement, but I reckon I'm quite lucky. I make a living with it, after all, and most good painters never achieve that. Much credit for this goes to my agent, though, he knows how to do his job."

"You know how to do yours, too." she smiled, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at him. "I usually say what I think, even if it might offend someone. And I can truly say that I love your work. It reflects the way you are, somehow. Through your paintings one can understand the way you look at the world outside, the way you think and the way you live your life."

Paul nodded, but didn't answer straightaway. He just stared at her at first, as if trying to etch her features in his mind, a faint smile curving his lips. Then he got off the table and approached Zoe, stopping when their bodies were only mere inches apart. "Much depends on the model, though, when it comes to making a truly good painting." he said, his smile widening slightly as he spoke. "I'd be honored to have you pose for me, one of these days."

Clearing her throat, Zoe stared back at him. She wet her lips in anticipation. She could clearly feel his breath ghosting over her lips, and she had to suppress the urge to ravish him right there and then. It had been a while since the last time she had been with a man. That, added to the fact that she was quite attracted to Paul, was making the situation extremely dangerous.

"Well...I-I don't know if I'd be able to stand still for hours..."

"You wouldn't have to," Paul said softly. Following instinct rather than reason, he reached to gently raise the tip of her chin with his forefinger before going on. "I'd only need to be able to see your face, to record each and every single detail of your features in my mind. I’ve been trying to do it since we first met. I think you'd be the best model I've ever had."

"Thank you" she smiled softly. And without thinking twice, she grasped his hand with hers, squeezing it affectionately. Her thumb lightly brushed against his smooth skin. Nothing else in the world mattered... nothing but those emerald orbs staring at her... the warmth of his body... the sweetness of his breath ghosting over her face. She had never felt so good.

"Then I'd be glad to be your model..."

"And I'd be glad if you would" he whispered, smiling. The next moment, without realizing that it was actually happening, he was leaning towards Zoe. His lips brushed against hers, his eyes half closed, his hands cupping her face. But they didn't actually kiss. He was already drawing back and clearing his throat awkwardly, without meeting her eyes.

What was he doing? They barely knew each other, and he was behaving like an old pervert.

The only problem was that he couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry. Now you must think I'm some sort of--of.. depraved old swine who molests his models, eh? I swear I'm not"

"I know you're not a perv..." she smiled, trying to reassure him. Zoe hadn't been bothered by his behaviour. Not at all. He had somewhat suprised her, and part of her was wishing that he hadn't withdrawn.

"And you're not old, not at all, Paul".

He chuckled, shaking his head, without even trying to disguise how pleased he was to hear those words. "Well, that's good for a start" he said, faint amusement on his features. Then he drew her face closer to his again, and he wasn't smiling anymore.

"Can I kiss you, then? Without being considered only an old pervert?"

"Let's make a deal..." she whispered against his lips. "I will be the one to molest you. I don't mind at all..."

As he faintly nodded his approval, Zoe closed her lips on his. Her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his fair hair. It lasted but a moment, before a loud bark behind her startled her. Then Thor jumped on her, clearly trying to separate them, irreparably breaking the magic.

"Ok, ok..." Zoe sighed, looking at her dog first, and then at Paul. "I'm going home...I need to phone to my customers and then I'll let you know what they are interested in your paintings, ok?"

"Deal." Paul smiled, glancing with amusement at Thor, and then looking back to Zoe. Somehow, he could tell that the rowdy black dog wasn't going to make this any easier for them. His very last thoughts were of Zoe's taste on his lips. It was as if he could still feel her arms wrapped around his neck, her body clinging to his, as he led her to the door.

This time he didn't ask before leaning over and bestowing a quick kiss on her lips. It was just a peck really, but it was enough to make him smile again. "I'll be over here in case you'll need me."

*******

Padding to the door, Tom glanced at his father, who was painting one of his canvases with a silly little smile on his face. He had been like that since he had met Zoe. Tom had often talked about the matter with his brother Thomas. They both thought it was really wonderful to see theire father that happy. He deserved it. Thomas thought that his father hadn't been so cheerful since before their mother had died. But now they were starting to worry. Several days had passed and still he hadn't met Zoe again.

Opening the door, the child grinned upon seeing Zoe standing outside with a bunch of papers in her hands.

"Good morning, Miss" he said politely.

"Good morning" she smiled, glancing inside. "Is your father here? I'd like to have a word with him..."

"Sure, Miss" was Tom's reply, as he stepped aside to let her enter. He turned to look at his father with a devilish little smile upon his lips. "Daddy! It's for you! It's Zoe!"

Paul almost dropped the brush. Instantly he was fumbling to wipe his hands clean and to settle his hair, ignoring his paint-stained shirt and pants. He walked to the door still holding the small cloth in his hands, and smiled when he caught a glimpse of Zoe, who was still waiting outside the door.

"Hello there, come in!" he said warmly, gesturing for her to enter. Unaware that Tom and Thomas were giggling and whispering excitedly behind his back, amused to no end by his enthusiasm upon seeing Zoe again.

"Yes,thank you." she smiled back, eyeing the two rascals and winking at them. Once she was inside, sitting on one of the chairs, Zoe's smile turned into an devilish grin. She had worked hard, trying to sell as many portraits as she could. And she had done it. In her hands there was a cheque which could made him rich.

"Do you remember when I told you that we could sell your paintings to a higher price?" she started, handling him the papers. "Look there, and tell me how many zeros there are on this cheque".

For quite some time, all Paul did was to stare blankly at the piece of paper in his hands. His hands were almost trembling, as he read the numbers again and again. When he eventually raised his head to look at Zoe, his eyes were wide.

"How--how did you manage to--"

"I have my ways" she said, grinning. Just to see how happy he was made her realize that it had been worth it. Tom, who was staring at them, hadn't missed the look on Paul's face. He was not stupid. Zoe had given his father a lot of money. But the older man's behaviour wasn't going to lead them anywhere. He had to do something!

"Well if she sold your paintings then you should at least...thank her..."

"I--I will, sure... I will" Paul stuttered, still too flabbergasted to be able to think clearly. But a moment later he finally had the presence of mind to set aside the piece of paper and gather Zoe into his arms. He needed to thank her somehow, since words had failed him. He didn’t think that such a gesture could easily be misunderstood, not realizing that it was maybe too intimate a contact. Too intimate for Tom and Thomas, at least, as they were now giggling almost uncontrollably.

Stiffening initially when he had enveloped her in his arms, Zoe eventually allowed her body to relax. She was aware that the twins were still looking at them, but it was too wonderful to stop. The cosy reassurance of his body pressed against hers was enough of a reward for what she had done.

"I'm glad you're happy..." she murmured against his ear, her arms wrapping around his waist.

"You should celebrate, Paul. You know that, don't you?" Tom teased again, amused by the display of affection.

"Yeah, Tom's right" Thomas piped up, a broad grin on his face. "Why don't you take her out to dinner?"

Paul nodded enthusiastically, drawing back and ruffling the boy's hair to thank him for the suggestion. "That's an excellent idea, indeed." he said, smiling widely. "What do you think, Zoe?"

"What if I invite you at my place tonight?" she answered, looking amusedly at the two little rascals. "You could ask Celia to stay here with Tom and Thomas, and I could take Thor, so he could play with Laika. I'm a good cook, and I'm sure it'll be a lot of fun. Better than overcrowded pubs or discos...does the idea suit you?"

Though he was quite sure his smile was worth more than a thousand words, Paul decided to answer nonetheless. "Certainly. You bet it does. I'll ask Celia then, but I'm sure she'll be more than happy to take care of these two scoundrels for a night"

"I am no scoundrel" Thomas protested, folding his arms. Yes, he thought, eyeing the couple. Dad's hopeless. He's lost. "And now, you should take a shower and put some decent clothes on, Dad. You know, get ready for the big date."

Tom grinned wickedly at his words, nudging his brother as he eyed the couple. Paul needed some help or he’d ruin it all. Their dad was way too shy. He decided that as soon as Zoe was gone, he and Thomas had to have a word with him.

"Right then..." Zoe smiled softly at Paul, walking to the door. "I'm taking Thor here, and then I'll start to cook something. See you at eight at my place..."

Even if the devilish grin was still in place, Tom's behaviour was impeccable. He even opened the door for her and let her out. When he turned around, a determined expression crossed his features. "All right. We have a work to do".

*******

That evening when Paul knocked on Zoe's door, he looked as perfect as the twins had meant him to. He was wearing a black sweater and black trousers instead of random jeans and shirt, and his faced gleamed with a bright smile. To complete the picture, he was holding in his hands a huge bouquet of red roses.

"Hi." he said simply when Zoe opened the door, handing her the roses.

"Hey..." Zoe smiled softly, taking the flowers and inhaling deeply their of their fragrance. "There was no need to." she said, stepping aside to let him enter and guiding him to the kitchen.

She was wearing a black skirt and a pink, soft, short-necked pullover. High heels completed the picture. The previous hours had been hectic as she ran between the kitchen and the bedroom, trying to look her best while preparing a delicious dinner. She had managed to do it all.

"I wanted to" Paul whispered, following her through the apartment and looking around curiously. It was very tidy, unlike his own. And it was easy to which direction the kitchen was, since the delicious scent of food led the way. And Zoe.. well, Zoe was as beautiful as ever. Maybe even more so, since this night was just for the two of them. It was no use in denying it. This was much more of a date than the both of them would ever admit out loud. The funny thing was that Tom and Thomas had never doubted that, nor had Celia. As soon as Paul had asked her to look after the boys, she had chuckled and nodded without a word, but the look in her eyes had said it all. And her greeting, not a couple of minutes before, had been a 'good luck' and a wide smile. By God, was it that obvious?

"A really nice place you've got here. Tidier than mine without doubt."

"I'll tell you a little secret..." she smiled, flashing him a quick glance before to shift her attentions to the vase she was filling for the roses. "I usually settle the things as soon as I'm finished with them. If you don't wash the dishes, next time you'll have to wash them twice the amount. The same's for the clothes. You should fold them and settle them in your closet, or else you'll have to face an huge pile of crumpled dresses... By the way, I could help you to tidy up your place. What do you think?"

"Oh, there'll be no need to" Paul smiled back, shrugging. "I used to have someone who helped me with housekeeping, when I could afford it. I can call her back now, without having to bother you. Then we could spend some time together, without bothering about the house... I mean... if you want to of course."

"Sure!" she smiled, opening the oven to take the roast beef she had spiced with herbs and little potatoes. "It'll be wonderful to spend some time together. I look forward to it".

They glanced at each other as they ate quietly, smiling now and then. Zoe was relieved when he started to eat. It was clear that he liked it all, and she finally relaxed. The apprehension over dinner had been so much, that now that it was over she realized that there had been nothing to be worried about. Paul had been kind, offering his help to wash the dishes. Wiping her hands, Zoe finally turned to look at him. She was leaning casually against the counter, and with his help they had already settled and cleaned the kitchen.

"Are you in a hurry?" she asked, tilting her head on a side. "Do you think that Celia would mind if you stay here awhile? I have some crisp, white wine in the fridge. We should drink a toast to you and your success."

"We really should," Paul agreed, smiling. He resisted the urge to walk to where she was standing, and folded his arms. "But rather to you. I can never thank you enough for what you're doing for me."

"I did nothing more than show your masterpieces to my customers!" she playfully remarked, her eyes lingering on his for a moment before turning to open the fridge. Zoe took the bottle and two goblets, closing the door with her elbow.

Paul was sitting on one of the stools, and Zoe handed him the bottle, smiling warmly.

"Here. Open it. It's up to you. You're the 'Man of the House' tonight. Usually it's Thor but...tonight we're alone...it's just you and me".

His smile still in place, Paul did as she'd asked. In no hurry, he opened the bottle and half filled the two goblets Zoe had set on the counter, before handing one to her and lifting his. He even cleared his throat before speaking.

"A toast" he began solemnly, "to.. us. To our success."

"To us..." she smiled, touching his goblet with hers and looking intensely at him. Taking a sip of the golden liquid, she rolled it on her tongue, tasting the fresh flavor and the dry after-taste. Yes. She had choosen well.

"Do you like it? I thought that such an occasion deserved at least a good dinner and a good wine."

Paul nodded while still sipping the wine, and looked straight at Zoe while taking the last gulp. "A delicious dinner" he then corrected, setting the goblet on the counter. Without faltering, he also took the empty one Zoe was holding and set it next to his, before taking a couple of steps forward.

"I don't know whether I should blame it on the wine, but I'm dying to kiss you."

"Must be the wine..." she murmured while closing the distance between them. Resting her hands over his broad chest, Zoe's eyes gazed into his, and she was feeling somewhat dizzy. Yet she knew it wasn't the wine to blame. At all. It was his closeness. The ease she felt whenever with Paul. The happiness to know he liked her. For she liked him, too.

"I'm dying to kiss you, too..."

"Good." he whispered, his eyes half closed. "We can always blame it on the wine later."

His arms wrapped around her waist, and their bodies clung to each other as he drew Zoe even closer. His lips brushed gently over hers at first, almost tentatively, and for a moment he just relished the feeling, without trying to deepen the kiss. And then, at last, he kissed her fully, tasting, probing, relishing each and every single moment of it.

As soon as their lips had parted, an already panting Zoe looked up in Paul's green eyes. Her lips were already swollen and moist. Her eyes glittering. Without further ado, she leaned to bestow a lingering kiss on his neck, smiling when she felt him shiver in anticipation. Drawing back, she took his hand, guiding him to her bedroom.

"I don't want to blame it on the wine... I want you, Paul... and quite badly..." she murmured in his ear, her hands wrapping around his neck. She had never been more sure about anything in her life. She wanted him.