SEALED WITH A KISS

Dean ordered his hamburger rare to which Paris shuddered and she ordered hers well done. Paris wondered if Dean wanted to continue the interview or wait till they were finished eating.

"Okay Paris to answer your question about my personal satisfaction. I get satisfaction knowing that I am creating something. I like to step back when I am done and look at what I have created. It is hard to explain. It's almost like a rush."

Paris digested that information and replied to Dean. "I know exactly what you mean. When I write a very good article for the paper; I get the same satisfaction."

Dean looked at her thoughtfully. "Yes, yes I can understand how it would be the same. We are both creating something."

"Exactly" Paris replied. Paris had actually never thought that a construction worker would take the same pride in his work as she would in something she had created. This added a new dimension to Dean. Paris readily admitted she lusted after Dean, but she never really thought he had this much depth to his personality. "So Dean, How don't you get satisfaction from a job like this?"

It's sort of hard to explain Paris. I guess the fact that I am working for someone else and I have to do things his way; even though I know his methods are obsolete I have to bend my methods and desires to his. It sort of frustrating."

"Dean I am a little confused. I saw you working on an electrical panel and all this time I thought you were a carpenter."

"I am a carpenter, but I also strive to be a licensed Electrician; which I also enjoy. I go to school a couple of nights a week, plus I gain field experience working for Tom or any other electrician who will take me on as an apprentice."

Paris was just about to ask another question when the Hamburgers arrived. Paris was surprised. The hamburgers were enormous. They had lettuce, tomato and onion with a large side of steak fries. Dean picked the top roll off of his and dumped an enormous amount of catsup on the burger, then add some mustard. Paris looked at her burger. There was enough there to keep her in food for two days. If she ate that entire thing it would be horrible for her figure. Paris decided to wait till Dean finished his meal before she asked any more questions. There was no way she could pick up that monster burger so Paris took her knife and cut small sections to eat. She found the burger surprisingly delicious.

Dean had eaten about half his burger when he pushed it aside. "Okay Paris what else do you want to know?"

"Yes I am curious as to why you want to also be an electrician? I would think that carpentry would be more creative."

"Well Paris your right and wrong. In the visual sense it would seem that carpentry would be the way to go. There is a rush when someone admires a table you made or how you made a built in bookcase. Electrical work is hidden for the most part. But you gain quite a bit of satisfaction out of knowing you installed a neat, efficient, safe system. Plus with today's technology you have to have a good working knowledge of optics and computer technology. Like the Twickenham house; all the electrical systems are computer controlled for efficiency and also the owner can regulate heat and turn lights on and off from any computer he owns. So if he is going to pay a visit to his house during winter and he wants to arrive to a brightly lit warm house; he manages the system from his computer and when he arrives that is what he is going to find."

Paris was fascinated. She never realized that systems like that existed. She was also realizing there was a lot more to Dean than just being sexy. "Did you design that system Dean?"

"No, I wish. That is still beyond me, but when I finish my courses: I will be able to do that. And that is what I would eventually like to do."

"Dean Can you make any money as an electrician?"

"Paris believe it or not; a licensed electrician makes more than a journalist."

"You're kidding?"

"No I am not. I looked it up. Actually about eight thousand dollars a year more."

You mean that when Rory graduates with four years of college and becomes a journalist; you will make more money by just going to trade school?"

"Yes, but the big name journalists makes a hell of a lot more money than a electrician, but I can always own a successful electrical company and make quite a bit more also."

After another hour of questioning Paris had a warm glow from the beers she had consumed. "Thank you Dean for talking with me. I really appreciate you taking the time for this interview." Paris then reached for her purse to pay for the bill.

A strong hand gently clutched her arm. "No Paris I invited you here so the beers are on me."

Paris turned and looked into his blue green eyes. She came with in one heart beat of kissing him. Paris broke the gaze and softly spoke "Thank you Dean."

"Anytime Paris. It is cold outside. May I give you a lift to the inn?"

"Yes please. I would appreciate it."

Dean paid the bill and collected his doggie bag and the couple walked to the truck. He then let her in and helped her up into the cab of the truck. Quickly he walked around the truck and let himself in. Dean took one look at the shivering Paris and took his jacket off the seat and placed it around her shoulders again. "Wear it. There is no sense in freezing." Paris was grateful for the warmth, but her previous problem resurfaced. The overpowering sense of Dean that emanated from the jacket.

During the ride to the inn Paris firmed up plans to interview Dean next Saturday. She would meet him in front of the Twickenham house at five PM. All too soon they arrived at the Dragon Fly. As he had done before; Dean hopped out of the truck and came around to help Paris out of the truck cab. Instead of immediately releasing her hand as he had done in the past. He held it and turned to her and put his free hand on her waist. "Paris." He said with a smile "If we were on a date; this would be when I would kiss you. Dean then let her go. Paris looked at him a bit stunned and then with out thinking she put her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her level and kissed him. Shocked at her actions she released him and looked into his puzzled eyes and ran into the Inn. Paris burst into the inn lobby flushed and out of breath. She turned and walked into the lounge area and spotted Louise sitting with Rory and her mother. The first words she heard were Rory's "Paris why are you wearing Dean's jacket?"

TO BE CONTINUED…..