That night as Lillia laid on her bed she thought about the night she shared with Pierre. He was a gentleman and very accomplished. She enjoyed his company and would like to see him again.

But why did she feel a bizarre feeling whenever he laughed, smiled, and complimented her?

Anyhow she felt it had no importance and went to sleep.

That night she had an arousing dream...

Lillia was in the middle of somewhere and there was only fog, it was as thick as cotton and continuing.

She stood in the fog, looking around for a clearing. There had to be a clear spot somewhere, wherever here was.

A shadow emerged from the fog, a tall, dark, and handsome man came towards her. Wearing only a hooded cloak to conceal his face. Startled, she backed away from him.

He offered his hand and said, "I will not hurt you, my beauty." She took it and he pulled her close to his chest.

"Who are you?" She asked.

He removed the cloak and Lillia gasped.

It was Pierre Sommerville!

"Pierre! Oh, I'm so glad to see you. Can you help me find my way out of this fog?"

Pierre took her hand and led her to a river with some floral bushes nearby.

"Oh, this is so beautiful."

She realized that the fog was still there and he hadn't led her away from it.

"Pierre, why did you bring me here?"

He smirked and laid her down on the grass.

"Lillia, you have nothing to worry about. I am here to protect you from any harm."

"Thank you."

She wondered about this place and how certain he was about its safety.

"Do you live here Pierre?"

"Yes, and that is why I said you have nothing to worry about."

He smiled and gazed into her eyes. She gazed back then closed her eyes. He kissed her with a passion she'd never felt before. As they kissed the fog began to fade. Their love was that magical, that powerful.

Lillia awoke and looked around to see that she was alone. No Mr. Sommerville or a home surrounded by fog.

Why did she have such a strange dream like that?

Like yesterday Lillia wondered about Pierre, he was a mysterious man indeed. One person she knew could help her know more info about him.

She went to get her cellphone and telephoned her friend Ashley.

"Hi Ash."

"Hey Lill. How was the event downtown?"

"Good. I met someone."

"Really? Is that someone a he?" She asked teasingly.

Lillia rolled her eyes, Ashley always would make badinage about potential love interests she had.

"Yes and very professional as it seems."

"What's his name?"

"Pierre Sommerville."

"Never heard of him."

"Is there a way you can find out some info on him?"

"You know I can."

"Good, let me know when you have news."

They both ended their conversation and Lillia went to have breakfast.

While eating her bowl of frosted flakes and berries she thought about the dream she had. What was the point of it anyways? Thinking no more of it she started to prepare for her day.

She walked into the bathroom and decided to draw a bath.

Her mind was going wild to the point of dreams of a man she'd met almost two days ago.

Sitting in the tub filled with its bubbles and suds Lillia began to relax. Closing her eyes she let the calming atmosphere of the bath and its odor sink in.

As she laid in the bath she heard the bathroom door open and felt a pair of hands take her out of the tub. Lillia was so lost in the aroma of her bath that she hadn't been alarmed or frightened.

He helped dry her off and slipped her in a robe.

When Lillia opened her eyes she saw who had taken her out of the tub.

"PIERRE!"

She pulled herself away from him and turned her face away.

"Lillia, there's no need to feel embarrassed."

He had seen her body and partially dressed her yet it was okay to him.

Was he attracted to her or not?

"Pierre, how did you know where I live?"

"I have my way of figuring that out."

He walked up to her and began to massage her shoulders.

"You're feeling a little tense, relax."

Her mind was boggling with many questions. Why was Pierre here? How did he know where she lived? Was he stalking her? Did he break into her home somehow? Should she even trust him when alone together?

"Lillia, I forgot to mention something to you."

"What's that?"

"You left your school agenda after dinner."

Suddenly it occurred to her that she had forgotten about it.

"Thankfully I was able to find your address and have it mailed back to you."

Lillia felt better knowing at least he wasn't stalking her.

"I have something to give you. I'll be back."

He went away and came back with a long box which he opened in front of her.

He handed her a rose which was pink, then one of red. Lillia closed her eyes and sniffed both and sighed pleasurably.

"Yes, don't fight how you feel my dear." He whispered.

She opened her eyes and stared at him.

"Pierre, why are you doing this?" She asked.

"I am the man of your dreams."

"Pierre, we only met yesterday."

He laughed and she felt aroused hearing it, yet annoyed simultaneously.

"You know why you feel strange around me?"

She shook her head.

"You are attracted to me and you feel uncomfortable because you don't know me."

She turned her face away, she realized it then herself.

"You know I am right."

"Mr. Sommerville, are you implying that this is love at first sight?"

He spoke softly to her.

"In a manner of speaking. Is it wrong to want someone who feels the same way? Who's as free as you are?" She knew he was right about those things. She turned around and he removed his shirt and her eyes widened.

"You're teasing me." She couldn't help but smile.

He smiled and pulled her close to him.

"Tell me I'm lying when I say you want me."

She gazed at his lips and moved hers closer than she turned away.

"I think you should go, you've overstayed your welcome."

She was about to walk away but he pulled her back into his arms and gave her a deep and lingering kiss.

Lillia opened her eyes to the sound of the telephone ringing in the hallway.

She picked up the one in her bathroom and answered it.

"Hello?"