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perfectly. The rest of his
     large muscular body is clad in khaki pants and brown loafers. He’s
     very handsome.
    Sliding out of the Jag, my heels nosily
     ‘click, click, click’ on the blacktop on my way to greet him by the
     door. Corey turns his head my direction as I’m about half way to
     him. As soon as he realizes it’s me, his eyes widen and his juicy
     man lips pull into a dazzling toothy smile. Causing my heart to
     skip a beat and I lose my breath. Wow, he’s as gorgeous as I
     remember. The hungry monster between my legs agrees with that
     observation as well. Not sure if this is a good or a bad sign.
     Maybe I should have listened to my mom and worn something less
     tight or revealing. I’d hate for a wet stain to magically appear at
     the bottom of my dress. That would be unbelievably embarrassing to
     the hundredth degree.
    Today, just before I drove here, I stopped
     and visited my beautiful mom at her shop. As soon as I set foot in
     the door, it clanked annoyingly, alerting her that she had a
     customer. Once she saw it was me, she swooped in for a hug. My mom
     gives the best hugs on this planet. I know a lot of kids might say
     that, but in this case, it’s true.
    My mom, Faith, is the warmest, kindest woman.
     She’s five foot six, tiny framed in all ways and has the longest
     most luxurious black hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever beheld. At
     fifty-one, she looks thirty-eight and all the men in town lust
     after her, but she refuses to date. Must be another trait I have
     picked up, alongside my looks and other things. However, on the
     rare occasion she seeks a companion, Herald, the handsome UPS
     driver, takes her out, among other more adult things, I assume.
    “You be careful with men you barely know.” My
     mom forwardly expressed today.
    “I will it’s not a date, date, we’re just
     friends.” I lied, sort of. I know because of my past and the demons
     that lurk in my closet, she worries constantly about me. So part of
     the reason I’ve put off dating is for her benefit as much as it is
     mine. After she finished expressing twenty more reasons I have to
     be careful, I left and now, here I am.
    Under shy lashes, I sidle up next to Corey,
     trying not to look at him too much. He’s already doing funny things
     to my stomach.
    “You look stunning, Lex.” He gushes, offering
     his arm, which I accept by tucking my hand through it. His sexy,
     warm body presses against the outside of my arm and feels so nice
     touching me. Inhaling his delicious cologne, standing so close to
     him, I get drunk on his scent. Man , he’s all man, big beefy
     and probably big dicked.
    Ooooppps, this is not a good reaction. Damn
     me and my hormones!
    Guiding me through the front doors, we seat
     ourselves in the far side of the tavern in a four-person booth with
     red cushioned bench seats. Buckeye’s Tavern isn’t much different
     from any other small town bar. It offers food, a jukebox, alcohol,
     and basic seating. In the back, there’s a pool table and dartboard.
     Since its lunch hour on the weekend, it’s fairly empty, besides a
     few who I assume are regulars, sitting at the bar sipping beer and
     watching some form of sports on the TV plastered on the wall.
    “What can I get cha?” Mary the well-worn
     heavyset waitress with too much blue eye shadow asks, dropping two
     plastic menus on our table.
    “I’d like an iced tea, no lemon. Thank you.”
     I order and Corey winks at me as he orders the same.
    Yes, this might not have been a good idea. I
     think I might have a wet spot already on my tight jade green slouch
     dress.
    Sitting in awkward silence after the waitress
     disappears, I nervously stare down at my menu, running my fingers
     up and down the sides of the cheap plastic.
    What do I want? What do I order? A burger is
     what I would probably order, but I’m a lady and this is sort of a
     first date.
    Coming to take our orders, I go the safe
     route and pick a chicken