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inevitably took that as an invitation to come
talk to me. I had mastered the skill of looking over the crowd yet
not looking a single person in the eye. Once I found someone who I
did want to talk to, then I made eye contact and usually threw in a
half smile. We got back to the arch and leaned up against the bar
next to it.
    “ I gotta piss,” Chris said
motioning to the bathrooms across from the bar.
    “ Go ahead. I’m not ready to
break the seal,” I replied, leaning back into a wall that butted up
to the bar. I’d hide out in the corner until Chris returned. This
was a great spot for people watching. I scoped things out for a
beat when I felt my purse vibrate. I turned to the bar leaving a
space between myself and the wall on my right. I dug out my phone
to see a text from Aaron.
     
    AARON: At my spot and have two to choose
from… or should I take them both home?
     
    I smiled. Aaron was at the gay bar which
meant he was getting laid. But two men?! I was going to have to
berate him in my return text. I had began texting him about how I
couldn’t even find one, let alone two when I heard a voice at my
right.
    “ Can I buy you a drink?” I
looked at the guy next to me. He had smooth skin as dark as night.
I could tell he worked out, as his arms were pushing the limits of
the elastic on his polo shirt. Unfortunately, I was looking down at
him. He couldn’t have been more than 5’10”.
    “ Do you want me to keep it
real or be nice?” I asked him.
    He flashed me a smile of pearly whites and
replied, “Nice of course. Why would I want a mean girl?”
    I nicely smiled back. “I’m flattered but I
have a boyfriend. I appreciate the offer though.”
    “ Hey, had to at least try,”
he said, still smiling. I turned back to the bar and my text before
he could say anything else. He got the hint and walked away. Had it
been a tennis shoes night I may have talked to him. Sorry for his
luck that it was heels night and anyone I had to look down to
didn’t stand a chance. I finished the text I had started to Aaron
when a felt someone to my left.
    “ I’d like to hear what you
would have said if you kept it real,” a deep voice said in a tone
so low I almost thought I was hearing ghosts.
    I turned my head and was
looking at the chest of a man leaning against the bar. My eyes
crept up, and up, and up until I reached his face. High cheek
bones, olive skin, exotic eyes, lips that begged to be chewed on.
Holy fuck it was the giant hottie from Checks. He had jeans slung
low on his hips and the same black hoodie he wore at Checks sans
the vest and hat. Good god, even his hair was sexy. Dark, shiny,
thick, and long enough that I could already see my hands gripping
it while he had his head between my legs. Or better yet, pulling it
while he had me pinned against the wall, his cock driving deep into
me. I gave myself a mental pep talk. Pull
it together Elle or you’re going to look like a total dork in front
of the finest male specimen you have seen in…. shit, ever. I slowly exhaled and looked him in the
eye.
    “ When a woman keeps it real,
she’s usually called a bitch. You aren’t going to call me a bitch
now are you?” I asked with a smirk.
    “ Promise,” he said, making
an X over his heart.
    “ Well, I would have said
something like ‘I’m flattered by your offer but if you buy me a
drink I will feel obligated to stand here and talk to you. And I
don’t really want to talk to you. So I’ll pass on the drink.’ Then
he would have gotten huffy and called me a bitch.”
    Giant hottie gave a deep rumbling laugh. “I
would have liked to see that. I’d rather a woman keep it real, and
I imagine your boyfriend must feel the same way.”
    “ No boyfriend,” I
said.
    He laughed even harder. “So being nice means
lying?” he asked raising his brows.
    I shrugged. “Apparently.” I was keepin’ it
cool on the outside, but inside I was a little girl squealing at
the fact that I was amusing this incredibly tall