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tall, blond, and handsome to get to the bathroom. With a newly formed set of balls, I decided to brush past him, walking right through his little group of friends. Feeling slightly badass with my four-inch heels, I knew my ass looked great. It was my best feature. Score one for an hour a day at the gym.
    I quickly tugged my shirt, making sure to expose a little more cleavage while keeping my newly purchased bra under wraps. At least for the moment.
    Carefully, I kept my eyes on him. It wasn’t until I brushed against him that he looked. My hand barely swiped across his crotch. It was a fuller package than I’d imagined.
    Eyes locked, I mustered whatever brash sex appeal I could and hoped I was able to convey my desire silently. I was pretty sure it worked since he put his hand on my arm and whispered, “Hi.”
    I leaned in, prompting him to bend down slightly—he had at least a foot on me—and whispered the greeting back, making sure to keep my whisper breathy while grazing his earlobe with my lips.
    I moved on quickly, feeling his eyes watch me walk away. I heard his red-headed friend say something about “hitting that” and I flipped my hair over my shoulder.
    Once I finished in the bathroom, I avoided the target. A quick peek over at him, however, stirred the butterflies in my stomach. He was watching me. There is no better feeling than realizing someone you’re into is checking you out.
    I ran into a few people I knew and quickly exchanged pleasantries before heading back to Bartender Brian.
    “Caroline! Nice to see you came back. I saved your seat.”
    “You did?”
    “I saw those shoes. Didn’t think it would be right for you to stand on them all night.”
    “You noticed my shoes?” Was he gay?
    “Well, yeah. Something was making that ass swing when you walked away.”
    Not gay.
    Why did I care? He was not the target.
    “Give a girl the right pair of shoes and she can take over the world.”
    “Touché.”
    Bartender Brian slid a drink in front of me.
    “What’s this?”
    “From him.” He nodded across the bar. Target lifted his drink and nodded.
    “What is it?”
    He motioned for me to lean in, meeting me halfway across the bar. Tucking my hair behind my ear he whispered, “Screaming Orgasm.”
    He lingered a beat longer, long enough for me to feel his breath on my skin. When he pulled away, he smelled like cinnamon. I looked down; my original drink was empty. I ran my finger around the rim of the glass and looked at him.
    Shrugging, he said, “I was thirsty. Drink up.”
    Smiling, I lifted my shot glass and drank. My lips were moist and a drop of the alcohol slid down my chin. Bartender Brian reached over and wiped it away with his finger before putting it in his mouth.
    A change of panties would be required if this shit kept up.
    “Your turn.”
    For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. I touched my face where his finger was a moment ago. I felt that touch down to my toes.
    “Earth to Caroline.” He snapped in front of me.
    “Huh?”
    “Your turn.”
    “My turn for what?”
    “Drinks. Sexy. Suggestive. Mr. Tall Blond and Dumb over there.”
    “He isn’t dumb!”
    Brian laughed easily. “If you say so. What’ll it be?”
    “I don’t know. I didn’t think that far ahead. Um, Slippery Nipple?”
    Bartender Brian pursed his nibblicious full lips before saying, “You got it.”
    He tucked his towel in the back of his pants before retrieving a cell phone from his front pocket. He turned away from me and began making the drink. He stopped a few times along the way to pull a few beers for some other customers. I watched as some slutty girl lifted herself on the bar, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. He dipped his head and smiled, touching her nose with the tip of his finger. The same finger he used to wipe the small bit of my drink that slipped down my chin. Who is that bitch?
    I shook the thought from my head. Bartender Brian wasn’t my target but he