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private prom for the two of us. I put my tux back on and took Shay to the park behind her house. The dinner was catered from her favorite restaurant. I played music from a CD I made with all her favorite songs, and we danced under the weeping willow tree, surrounded by her favorite flowers.
    There were only a couple weeks of school left, and soon we’d be set free to live our lives however we wanted. We had it all, yet here I am waiting to meet someone new. Someone I’m not even sure I’ll like.
    Aki, a bartender all the way from Trinidad and Tobago, already knows what I want before I even open my mouth. He slides a double shot of whiskey in front of me the second my ass touches the stool at the bar. “You’re ready for this?”
    “Trust me, this wasn’t my idea.”
    “Gina means well, man. Don’t be so hard on her.”
    I set down the glass in my hand before the warm liquor reaches my lips. “How long have you known about this?”
    He grabs his towel, draping it over his shoulder. As he starts putting away a rack of clean glasses, he admits, “Gina called me and said today was the day. I didn’t think you’d show.”
    I’ve humored Gina up until now, but I’m not about to become the crew’s source of entertainment. I’m a pretty private guy, especially when it comes to my personal life and women. It’s always how it had to be when we were touring. I kept my circle of trust small or my life ended up front page news in every tabloid on the market.
    I expect Aki to feed me some of the same lines Gina did when I found the letter, about this being a good opportunity for me to move on, but his eyes are transfixed elsewhere. “If that’s your match, I don’t feel the least bit sorry for you.”
    I look across the sea of bodies to see who has him so worked up. The tall brunette standing in the doorway, nervously glancing around the room screams “fuck me,” yet she looks like she could throw up all over the floor at any second. Nobody that gorgeous should ever lack confidence. Not when she’s turning heads the way she is.
    “How much do you want to bet that’s your piece?”
    Keeping my eyes on her as she shows her letter to the attendant at the door, I backhand Aki across the chest. “Have some manners, man.”
    “I’m just sayin’, whoever gets her this week is one lucky fuck. She might even convince me to give this Perfect Match thing a try next time.”
    “You have a girl of your own who sucks your dick every night. Stop being so damn greedy.”
    He smirks because it’s true, even if he does take one more look at the mystery girl. We both watch her, unable to look away. Aki’s dying to find out who she’s here for, just like I am. After one last glance at her letter, she folds it up and tucks it in her small purse.
    This time when she raises her head, her eyes don’t roam around the room the way they did when she first arrived. This time they land directly on me. It takes her a couple seconds to move after making eye contact, but once she does, she moves with purpose.
    With each step she takes, her skirt hits at just the right spot on her golden thigh. If I pushed it up even the smallest bit, I’d be able to see all of her. Like she can read my mind, she discreetly tugs on the tight material, somehow wishing the fabric would fall a couple inches lower. Her effort does nothing to change the outcome or what I’d like to do to her in that dress. I can already feel her legs draped over my shoulders, her thighs pressing against my face as I dive between her legs.
    The heel of her shoe wobbles ever so slightly as it catches on the thick carpet covering the lounge floor. I stand to help her the rest of the way, catching her before she stumbles. My hands land on the soft curve of her hips, and it takes all the willower I possess to keep from pulling her against my body. My eyes slowly roam over her until they land on her perfectly rounded tits.
    She clears her throat and I drop my hands, already