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fate. If they were meant to be, it would happen and then happen again. And if they didn’t get along, that would be alright too. He was game to see where this led. It sure would be interesting.
     
    Marco looked forward to their date.
     

Chapter Three
     
    The date was going to be a disaster. She didn’t know why she agreed to it in the first place. The man was convincing, and she found it hard to say no, but as she walked towards the bar, Stacy was pretty sure it wouldn’t take her that long to walk out. The man was as handsome as the devil, but he wasn’t her type. They had nothing in common.
     
    He was already seated. When she walked in, he stood and strolled over. Taking her hand in his, he deposited a kiss on it. “Right on time. And you look beautiful.”
     
    Her cheeks flushed with color. “Thanks.”
     
    Although they had already slept together, she was nervous. Did he really just want to spent time with her, or was he thinking that she gave in to him so easily before so she might do it again? Stacy was determined not to sleep with him, but—of course—the way he looked stirred memories inside her. She recalled the way he’d kissed her throat, and the ease with which he slipped inside her pussy. The thought of that made her moist down there, and she felt the juices of her arousal stick to the panties. When he led her to the table, she took a seat and crossed her legs.
     
    Not again.
     
    Oh, please, not again.
     
    “What would you like to drink?”
     
    “A mojito would be fine.” Now that she took her gaze off of him, Stacy looked around at the bar. She’d never come here before. It wasn’t exactly shabby, but there was something dangerous about it. If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have come here ever. Still, it wasn’t bad. “How is the food here?”
     
    “Their steaks are to die for,” he said. “And the fish is good. But we will order after some time. Let’s just enjoy a drink first.”
     
    Did he realize that she wanted to end this date as soon as possible? Stacy glanced at him. What were they going to talk about? She had nothing in common with him. “Did you finish your work with Ned?”
     
    “I did.”
     
    “He owned you money?”
     
    He tapped his fingers on the table. “Not to me personally but to the club. Your ex-husband has expensive taste.”
     
    “He sure does,” she said.
     
    “Did you divorce because of fights about money? I don’t think he is short of cash.”
     
    It was a personal question. Stacy wasn’t sure if she wanted to reply. “No, I…it was something else.”
     
    “Ah! Another woman. The man would have to be crazy to leave you for someone else.”
     
    “Thanks, but…” The waiter came with their drinks and she accepted hers. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”
     
    “Do you believe in destiny?”
     
    She blinked her eyes, confused by the sudden change in topic. “I do, of course. Don’t you?”
     
    “I am more pragmatic. People make choices. Sometimes they turn out ok, and sometimes they screw up. It’s easier to blame God or to put the onus on Him rather than accept responsibility for our actions.”
     
    The mojito was good, and she was pleasantly surprised. So maybe this place wasn’t as bad as she thought. Perhaps she was the uptight one. He seemed at ease as he drank his beer. “Do you come here often?”
     
    “Once a week. The bar is owned by a member of the club and quite a few people hang out here.”
     
    “What is that Son of Judah actually does?”
     
    “We’ve legitimate businesses. Casinos. Bars. Of course, it started with a love for riding bikes. We sure love that,” he said.
     
    Legitimate business? She wasn’t sure. Ned never talked much about different clubs that he represented. “Do you like this work that you do?”
     
    He laughed. “I’ve a feeling you’re thinking I bash up people or perhaps end up in jail every once too often.”
     
    “You didn’t do that?”
     
    “I’ve never been