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the crotch area sag
slightly in a way I find sexy as hell. His unzipped black jacket shows a nicely
fitted navy sweater underneath.
    Dane exceeds attractive, and
that manner of command absolutely draws you in.
    Charm is surplus to requirement – his existence alone is
more than enough.
    Don’t I feel like shit? I’m
wearing a black and white Adidas tracksuit, the type of thing I often put on
over my tight-fitting studio clothes, and my hair is in a simple ponytail. The
only reason I added a touch of black mascara to my lashes is because I feel
half asleep, so deem it necessary to emphasize my eyes a bit. As for my choice
of attire, I’m hiding my body beneath the bagginess of these clothes. They’re
not scruffy or horrible, but you wouldn’t really wear this if you’re trying to
impress a guy you’ve recently met.
    If Dane wants my company, it
needs to be because he likes me . If he is only trying to bed me, he has
another thing coming and he’ll soon lose interest. I’m expecting today to be
the one and only time we intentionally meet. At the very least, I’ll have cured
my curiosity.
    A slow smile shapes his lips
as I get closer.
    That simple gesture causes
my legs to quiver. For the first time in my life, I have to concentrate on
walking.
    I’m in trouble.
    “Good morning,” he says when
I stop in front of him.
    Definitely in trouble.
    “Good morning,” I reply,
making every effort to avoid sounding like a silly, horny, star-struck girl.
    Who the heck takes one look
at a man and goes to pieces? I will actually have a conversation with him
today; I’ll show him I’m a competent woman, capable of stringing a sentence
together. That always pushes away pricks caught up on the idea of fucking a
dancer.
    Dane leads the way and opens
the door.
    I enter the Purple Cafe for
the first time. It’s violet inside as well as out, but fortunately it’s not so
overbearing that it messes with your eyes. I love that there are only a handful
of tables, a few already occupied. The checkered floor goes well with the theme
and there’s even a jukebox by the door. The music is low enough for ease of
conversation.
    We sit at the back, by the
window, directly across from each other. A smiley blonde haired lady, who looks
to be in her early twenties and wears a name badge imprinted with ‘Lexi’,
approaches us. I request a black coffee.
    “Is that enough for you?”
Dane asks.
    “Yeah, it is.” I lower my
voice and lean forward, though what I’m about to say is hardly a secret. “This
is a bit early for me.”
    He smiles and requests the
same thing. Lexi turns and walks away.
    “Is that enough for you?” I
ask. He has work after. I plan on going back to bed.
    “I don’t usually eat so
early.”
    “Don’t you?”
    He shakes his head. “I get
to the gym at seven and then have something just before nine. Eating at this
hour is alien to me.”  
    “Me too,” I say, surprised
by such a simple similarity between us. I haven’t just decided he’s husband
material or anything, just because we don’t get hungry at this time of day, but
I do find this little, insignificant detail interesting. “What about your gym
session, then?”
    “I’ll go after work. I like
morning workouts, though.”
    “Because you’re an early
bird?” I imagine his late night activities aren’t compatible, but you never
know.
    “No,” he looks mildly
amused, “I like to work out, but I also like to get it out of the way and get
on with my day.”
    His lips are seriously,
seriously kissable. They’re medium-thick with no trace of hair surrounding them
and the type that beg to be kissed, licked, sucked, every flipping thing. His
whole face is seriously kissable.
    “That makes sense,” I
respond. 
    Lexi brings our coffees to
the table. We both thank her, and I have noted Dane’s manners so far. I like
the way he speaks to the waitress, his pleases and thank yous, the right amount
of eye contact, and he holds open the door. It all