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oddly comforting.  Turning the car around I look back one last time promising myself I'd come back to see her soon. 
    I'm rushing into work, practically running and I don't see the man walking towards me. "Hey," he says, stopping me in my tracks with an embarrassed look on his face. It brings me out of my trance.
    "Hi," I stammer.
    I look up at him to fully see his expression and it stuns me. The soft green of his eyes, the fullness of his lips and that face.
    "Are you alright?" He asks.
    I nod, having no idea who he is. "I'm sorry," he says.
    "What do you have to be sorry for?" I ask, confused.
    "I wanted to apologize for running into you last night. I'm Brandon," he says reaching out his hand.
    "Oh, nice to meet you," I respond, suddenly recognizing his voice. "No worries, no harm done," I say quickly turning to walk away. I look back over my shoulder and smile, realizing I'm going the wrong way. "Well, crap," I mutter, dashing into the nearest elevator.   As I push the button I realize I never introduced myself.
     
    The work day can't get over quick enough. All I have been able to think about was what those two have been doing back at home, or could be doing. I look up at the clock realizing the next fifteen minutes are going to feel like years.                                  
    "Oh come on, Jas," She collapses onto my bed, groaning. "It's going to be fun," The enthusiasm in her voice made me roll my eyes.
    "No," I say. She bats her eyelashes at me and I can't help but laugh.  Giving in I shake my head.
    "Fine, but I have to text Jeff and let him know." I stalk off into the bathroom to clean up. I put on jeans and a cute top, brush through my hair and grab my shoes before walking into the bedroom.
    Vanessa’s face is priceless, "I know that is NOT what you plan to wear, right?" She asks.
    "What's wrong with my clothes?" I ask.  "I thought this looked pretty damn good." Vanessa rolls her eyes at me and practically drags me over to the closet.
    "Hmmmmm...’ she says sifting through my wardrobe.
    Towards the back she finds a little black dress, she yanks it out and her eyes light up.
    "This! This is the one!" She squeals.
    The thin satin sheath slides down my skin as I put it on. The intricate lace comes up around my neck in a halter fashion, while the hemline sits at my upper thigh. The plunging neckline emphasizes my breasts, and the open back is cut clear down to my lower back.
    I step out of the bathroom and she whistles at me. Feeling the redness covering my cheeks I giggle as I looked at myself in the full length mirror.
    "Now that, my dear cousin, is proper attire for the club. Time to talk shoes," she says waggling her eyebrows.
    She sits down in the middle of my closet and rummages through my shoes. Coming out with a pair of strappy silver heels, she smiles. I groan loudly knowing I'm a wreck in heels.
    "Put them on," she commands and sits on the bed. I give her the dirtiest look I can manage and she just laughs.  "Strut your stuff," she says with a grin, "you better get used to them. We are going to be out for a while."
    I draw in a deep breath and take a few careful steps, looking completely awkward. She jumps up trying to contain her laughter.
 
    "Here let me show you," she says demonstrating the right way to walk in heels. 
    She looks over at me as we wait in line to get in, "You look hot," she says with a smile.
    "Thanks," I say looking down at my feet. She pats me on the shoulder and whispers,
    "Damn Jas, look at these two guys over there," she says as we enter.
    We get to the bar and I order a coke and her a shot of Jim Beam fire. I turn to hand her the shot and she grabs my hand and I almost drop my drink, but don't say anything: I don't want to ruin her night with my moods, so I just turn and look at the guys.
    She makes a beeline for the two men sticking her chest out and flipping her hair.  I glance at the one admitting, once again, that Ness has excellent