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didn’t need, and then I could feel guilty about those instead.
         I walked around and got myself a bunch of underwear, perfume, makeup and then I remembered my dad’s birthday was coming soon, so I decided to go into Harry Rosen to find him a sweater or something appropriate for the fall. A really good-looking sales man approached me. He looked close to my age, maybe a bit younger but in any case, he was hot.
    “I’m looking for something for my dad’s birthday, I was thinking a sweater or cardigan perhaps,” I said acting a little lost.
    “Not a problem ma’am, right this way please.”
    “Oh I’m Riley, not a ma’am,” I said. I hated that term.
    He looked back at me and smiled warmly.

“Does he have a color preference?” he asked as he kept walking.
    “Not really, grey or black will do,” I replied.
    He showed me a few styles and I was purposely taking my time making a decision.
    “So I told you mine, what’s yours?” I asked.
    “I’m sorry?” he asked, a bit confused.
    “Your name, handsome,” I said smiling.
    “I’m Steve,” he said looking around the store. I assumed he was looking for his manager; I imagined chatting up the clients was a big no-no.
    “You working late, Steve?” I said getting closer to him.
    He put one hand in his pant pocket and ran the other through his curly brown hair. “Uh, no, I get off at six actually,” he whispered. I looked around the area and there was a man in a leather jacket standing with his back to us, looking through sport jackets.
    I smiled and moved even closer to him. “I think I’ll take these two, Steve,” I said, passing him two sweaters. “Call me,” I whispered in his ear while slipping my card in pant pocket and stepping back.
    He cleared his throat. “Yes ma’am,” he said after and took the sweaters to the cashier.
    There were two cashiers, a young blonde girl and a dark-haired girl who was helping the man in the leather jacket, who had a rather large pile of dress shirts and a couple of ties. After two customers in front of me, I was finally cashed out and I left the store.
    “I have to admit that was priceless,” said a familiar voice behind me. I turned around and the man in the leather jacket was none other than Mason.
    I turned forward and kept walking faster this time.
    “C’mon Riley, I’m sorry about last night, I was an asshole, I admit it,” he said catching up to me as I kept my fast pace.
    “Yes you were.”
    “You should have just told me you were a bartender, there’s no shame in that.”
    I stopped. “No there isn’t, and there’s no shame in being a stripper either. Most of those girls are decent and some even have kids; they do what they do because the money is good and they can.”
    “I have nothing against erotic dancers Riley, but you did damage my ego a bit on Thursday. I had every right to be mad,” he said looking into my eyes.
    “Okay, fine. Can I get about my day now?” I asked.
    “Let me take you out for dinner,” he said.
    “No,” I replied and began walking again.
    “Just dinner, just friends,” he insisted.
    “We’re nothing Mason. Other than you being one of my clients.”
    “Fine, a business dinner then.”
    “I have plans,” I said.
    “He’s not going to call you,” he said.
    “He will.”
    “A hundred bucks he doesn’t.”
    “What makes you so sure?” I asked. He was getting on my nerves already.
    “You’re too good for him, you caught him off guard and you came off a little too strong.”
    “No I didn’t, I gave him my number and told him to call me. Works every time,” I protested.
    “He won’t, trust me.”
    “Whatever,” I said and kept walking.
    “So come to dinner with me, I won’t take no for an answer,” he insisted.
    I sighed. “Fine. I didn’t bring my car, I walked here, so if we have to go anywhere, let’s make it close.” I was wearing strappy heels and my feet were already sore.
         “That’s okay, my car is close. I know a