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to.” He smiles at me and pierces me with his dimple; a guy with dimples wins me every time.
    “Fine call me Saturday, but make it early. I have to work after the fight.”
    Royce stands and plants a kiss on my cheek. “Saturday, I won’t forget.”
    I can’t help but blush at the turn in today’s events. I’ve got to talk to Tiffany, before I make a mistake and call Royce back over here before he walks out of the door and back into my heart.
    **
Royce
    I have a chance. I won’t ruin it this time. She still cares for me, I can tell. If she was seeing him she wouldn’t have even gave me a second look, because if he was lucky enough to get her, he wouldn’t make my mistake and let her go. But not this time, I will get her back…she will be mine. I won’t let her go this time.
    **
Kingsley
    ‘Tiff I’m dying here. Royce wants me back. What do I do?’
    ‘What do you want to do? Do you love him? Because I don’t remember you being to broken up about it when he dumped you. Honestly I think you’re too good for him.’
    ‘I know buuttt… he was so genuine and he was sweet like he used to be. Okay enough about me. How are you?’
    I dump my tray and start walking to my car while Tiffany chews my ear off about Kline not calling her since the other night.
    ‘Tiff I warned you, you know what kind of guy my brother is. But here I am calling you asking if I should take Royce back when he’s more of a dick than Kline.’
    ‘We got it bad for them bad boys with tattoos that like to throw down.’
    ‘I know kill me now. I gotta head to the club. I’ll talk to you later and maybe I’ll tell my brother to get his head out of his ass and call you. Love you, mean it.’
    We always end our calls with that line. We’ve been saying it since the ninth grade when we had a horrible falling out. One of our classmates was killed in a hit and run. It made us realize to always make sure we tell the people we love most that we really love them. Nothing in this life is guaranteed.
    Let’s hope I can make it through work tonight without making an ass of myself in front of Parker Garrett. Not that I expect to see him again but I wouldn’t mind another encounter with him. A girl can dream though. I go through my routine like I do every night that I work. Hair, makeup and costume check. I look over to see that Sasha is sitting on the makeup table beside of me a little too close for comfort. I make an excuse of leaving something in my car just so I can get away from her. But I am really going to hide in the bathroom until it’s my turn to work the floor. I don’t have to dance on stage tonight.
    ‘Turn Me On’ is thumping through the speakers and it puts me in a better mood as I work my way into the crowd of masked men. It’s a house rule that all patrons and employees wear their mask at all times, identities are meant o be kept secret. Tonight I only have to walk around looking pretty and try to generate private dances. I prefer nights like tonight. I can make more money by doing private dances than I can up on the stage. The men who buy dances tip more. I swing my hips with a little extra sway to them as I scout the patrons for my first candidate of the night. Finding a man who looks sharply dressed I begin my pursuit. I feel like a skilled huntress ready to make her kill. He won’t know what’s hit him.
    Casually I drop to the floor in front of him, “Oh no, I’ve lost my earring, would you be a gentle man and help me look for it? I felt it fall across my breasts. It has to be here somewhere.” I look up at him through my mask and casually toss my earring on the floor behind me while he’s busy staring at my ample chest. He leans down in front of me and begins combing the floor beside me.
    The gentleman reaches around behind me, “here you go.”
    “Thank you so much, my mom bought these for me. I would have been devastated to have lost it. My names Honey. Please let me show you my appreciation with a drink on