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Test of Time
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About two weeks later, Clarissa was in his office taking  dictation.  Half way through the letter, the phone rang.  Whoever was  on the other end got him very agitated.  He slammed down the
receiver. “Damn women...” He glanced up.  “No offense.”
    “How can I not take offense to that?”
    “I wasn’t talking about you?”
    “You said and I quote, ‘damn women’.  That’s plural.  You  probably mean the entire female race.”
He stared at her for a moment.  “Where is this coming from?”
“I know how you feel about women.” 
“Oh, you do, do you?  Okay, how do I feel about women?”
Clarissa bit her lip.  She hadn’t meant to say that. “You already
know, why should I repeat it?”
“Maybe I want to see how close you are.  How do I feel about
women?”
    “You think that we’re all- No I can’t tell you.”
    “Come on. Tell me.”
    “No.”
    “Tell me.”
    “No!”
At her tone, he stared at her.  “I think women are okay.  I like
them.”
    “Well, that’s good to hear.”
    Clarissa stood up and walked to the window.  She had never  thought she would be talking to him like this.  They had shared such a  strict relationship up until now.  She had always done such a good job  of hiding her feelings from him. She had almost slipped up and let him  know how she felt about him.  She abruptly took a step backwards,  turning around at the same time.  Patrick had been standing right  behind her.  She tripped over his foot and went flying into his arms.  Instinctively her hands went up to his chest.  As her body made  contact with his, an electric shock went through her.  She sucked in  her breath.  She was very aware of his hands on either side of her  waist.  She slowly looked up into his eyes.  The next thing she knew,  they were kissing.  After the very passionate exchange, Patrick pulled  away.
“God, how did that happen?”
“Do you regret it?”  At her hurt tone, his eyes flew back to
hers.
“You mean, you don’t?”
    “Are you kidding?  I’ve wanted it to happen for the past two  months.”
    “I had no idea.”  He turned and walked back to his desk.  He  walked behind his chair and held on to the back of it.  She watched as  several emotions washed over his face.  “Clarissa, I’ve been  attracted to you ever since the first day you started work here.  I’ve  just been fighting it.”
    She was stunned.  Not only by the fact that he liked her too, but  at the use of her first name.  He had never before called her by her  first name. She liked the way he said it.  She tried to concentrate on  what he just said.  “Why did you feel that you had to fight it?”  She  knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from him.
He stared at his hands for a moment.  “You said you know how I
feel about women?  How do you know?”
“I’ve heard things, but I want to hear it from you.”
When he glanced at her, she was surprised to see the vivid hurt  in his eyes as he remembered.  “I’ve never told anyone.  I’ve always  been one to keep things to myself.  Somehow it got spread around... I  guess she must’ve been the one.”  Patrick looked away.  For a minute  Clarissa thought he wasn’t going to tell her, but then he just started  talking.  “When I had just turned 23, I met this girl. She was 17.  Maybe she was too young for me, but I didn’t care.  I was so crazy  about her.  I made up excuses to see her boss just so I could see her.  Since he was a friend of mine, it was easy.  I was so obvious...  I  was so stupid...I had never had a girlfriend before.  I have always  been awkward around them.  I was also too busy to have a girlfriend,  but there was something about Phoebe.  I thought she was special.  I  thought my luck was changing when she asked me out. I didn’t even  think twice when she wasted no time in making things intimate.”  Patrick walked over to the window and looked out.  Clarissa didn’t  like to think of him sleeping with this Phoebe, even if it was over a  year ago.  She also didn’t like to think of how deeply that teenager  had hurt him. 
“About a month later, she dropped the bomb.  When a certain  something was a couple days late, she assumed she was pregnant.  She  told her boyfriend, who dropped her.  She needed a way out, so she  used me...I never thought I could ever hate anyone as much as I did  her the day that she told me she wasn’t pregnant, so she didn’t need  me anymore...I loved her.  I didn’t want to give her up.  When her  boyfriend found out that she wasn’t pregnant, he wanted her back.  She  stood there and smiled when he and a few friends of his beat the shit  out of me...” He paused as he thought of that.  A look of intense  hatred crossed his features.  “If she had been pregnant and if it were  mine, I would have taken her to court.  I’d have that child taken away  from her before I would have let her trap me into marriage.”  His gaze  dropped to the floor.  “That is if I had been smart enough to see  through her charade.”
    Clarissa wasn’t quite sure of what to say.  She cleared her  throat.  “Well, just be thankful it happened the way it did.”
    He looked up at her sharply.  “Thankful?  Why should I be  thankful?  That bi-“
    Clarissa cut him off.  “Thankful that she wasn’t pregnant.  Thankful that you didn’t have something to tie you to someone like  her.  Thankful that you got her out of your life.”  And thankful that  she was stupid enough not to want you, she finished in her mind.
    When Patrick had first glanced up at her, she felt as if he had  forgotten that she was there.  All the hatred he had felt for Phoebe  at that instant shot from his eyes.  It made her flinch.  When he  continued to stare right through her, she continued.
    “I’m not Phoebe, Patrick.  Please, don’t judge all women on what
a spoiled teenager did.”
    He finally focused on her.  He turned away and walked to the  window.  “I am thankful that she is out of my life.  I will never be  stupid enough to fall for anyone.  I won’t let any woman hurt me like  that, again.”
    “You know, we’re not all bad.”
    His expression softened a bit.  “Maybe in time I’ll believe  that.”
    “In the mean time, how about giving me a chance?  You did say you  were attracted to me, and I’m very much attracted to you.”
    Slowly, he turned back to her.  “Sure, I’m willing to give you a  chance.”  He finally smiled at her. 
    “You’re most kind.”  She smiled back.  With more courage than she  usually felt, she walked over to him and hugged him.  To her surprise,  he hugged her back.
 

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Jude
 
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