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able to efficiently navigate through the partygoers and right up to an open spot at the bar.
    When Giselle leans over and holds up her money, a very handsome, young man takes our order. In no time, we are sipping Corona while heading back to our VIP section. Shelby invites a bunch of eligible suitors to our private loft, which more than triples our little party. The waitress brings more drinks, and we all engage in dancing on our own private dance floor.
    At this point, the DJ is mixing current music with the old classics, making the night a fun combination of old and new. As “Can’t Hold Us Down” by Macklemore comes across the speakers, we all form a circle and bounce up and down, getting swept away by the music once again.
     
     
     

    Time feels like it stands still as the three of us dance amongst the crowd of new friends. Shelby and Giselle, drunk and friendly, invite more people to our VIP section. There’s at least fifty people dancing and drinking with us now.
    I move to the rail to catch a breath and take a sip of my beer. Hot and sweaty in this sweatshirt, I pull it over my head, caring more about cooling down than what I look like in this dress. I toss the shirt to an empty chair and fan my face with my hands. I’m sure my makeup is running down my face and I look like a freak, but I couldn’t care less; I am so dang hot right now.
    I stand by myself, looking at the crowd down below. The dance floor has thinned out, yet is still full of people. I take another sip from the beer and smile. As reluctant as I was, this has been a really fun night. I will be hurting tomorrow, but it has been incredibly worth it. I’ve danced with handsome men, had a few drinks, and hung out with two of my favorite people. It’s been a great birthday.
    As I trail my eyes across the crowd, they scan over the bar, and a tall man dressed head to toe in black rocks me to my core. Even from the balcony, he looks tall, built, and incredibly sexy. His eyes are dark and full of possession. They devour me to the point that I cannot break away from them. I am addicted to them, sucked into their steamy flame.
    I feel a hand rest on my back and Giselle approaches then snuggles into my side. I break my stare from the walking god and look up at her. She’s so drunk. Her hair is messy and sweat glistens from her skin, yet she still looks like a freaking model.
    “Who you looking at, doll? You’ve been staring over here for a long time,” Giselle slurs as she rests her head on top of mine, my own resting on her shoulder.
    “Oh, no one. I’m just taking a break from the dancing to cool down.” I connect my eyes with his again, seeing he hasn’t moved, just staring at me. Suddenly, I feel completely exposed.
    I flip through my hazy memory bank, but don’t recall who he is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him before.
    “Do you realize that guy is staring at you?” Giselle asks, pointing to the hot man in black.
    “Yeah, but I don’t know who he is. Kinda creepy, right?”
    A hard slap connects with my ass as Shelby joins our embrace. The three of us stand next to each other, Shelby’s head and mine resting against Giselle. I keep looking at the god, wondering if it’s really me he’s looking at. He is too far away and could totally be ogling someone else.
    “Holy. Shit! I think someone just punched me in the vagina and woke that bitch up. Who’s the walking sex in black?” Shelby is practically drooling over the man staring at me. Giselle has to hold her back so she doesn’t topple over the rail.
    His gaze finally breaks as he moves behind the bar. He is talking to the bartenders, and I realize he probably works here, maybe the manager. Then it dawns on me, he wasn’t staring at me, he was probably scanning the crowd, and making sure everything was running smoothly. I can’t hide the disappointment in my heart. It would have been nice to have someone that fucking hot swooning over me. If he’s going to swoon over anyone,