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    She thought about Debbie’s description of Vincent, and so far she was only half right. She’d said he was tall, handsome, shy and educated. He’s tall and cute, in a slick, bad-boy, hustler-on-the-street kinda way. But he’s definitely not shy, and he doesn’t sound educated. Come to think of it, Debbie never mentioned where he went to college.
    Victoria had just assumed that because he was a consultant, he must have an MBA and work for one of the major firms. Her mind was swirling with confusion.
    Snap, snap! Vincent popped his fingers, breaking Victoria’s trance. The server was standing at the table, ready to take their order.
    â€œHey, baby, I know you captivated and all,” Vincent smiled, using his hands to showcase himself like a game show prize, “but let’s get some drinks goin’ on.”
    â€œWhat will the lady have to drink?” the server asked.
    â€œI’ll have a glass of Pellegrino, please.”
    â€œI like a woman who ain’t afraid to get her drink on durin’ her lunch hour. You like adventure, don’t you?” Vincent winked.
    â€œIt’s not alcohol, it’s sparkling water,” Victoria blinked with disbelief.
    â€œOh, you a sophisticated sistah,” he grinned. “I’ll have a Bud.”
    Oh my God! I’m gonna kill Debbie! Victoria repeated in her head. But wait . . . slow down. Maybe I’m being too judgmental. He’s not the kind of guy I usually go for, but maybe I should give Vincent a chance.
    â€œYeah, I think we gonna hit it off real nice, know what I’m sayin’? You tall, dark and luscious and I’m the real deal. You lookin’ at a total package right here, baby,” Vincent said, making a fist and pounding his chest.
    Can this get any worse? Victoria was beginning to think that her first impression had been right on target.
    â€œI usually date redbones, but you look so good I’m willin’ to make you the exception ’cause that body is tight. And I love a sistah wit’ good hair all down her back,” Vincent grinned. “Yeah, I can tell it’s real. It ain’t no weave, that’s all you, baby . . . you the shit, you know that?” Vincent smiled, licking his full lips. He leaned against the side of the booth, pleased with himself, like he’d just given Victoria a real compliment.
    Did his simple ass just say what I think he said? This fool is clearly hauling around a heavy load of plantation luggage! Victoria was pissed. “I didn’t know you had a hair and skin-color requirement, or was that a back-handed compliment you just slapped across my face?” she said in her best go to hell tone. Vincent’s complexion was the color of light caramel, sufficiently qualifying him to pass the dreaded brown paper bag test.
    Vincent threw his hands up in surrender. “Whoa, whoa, baby girl. You fine as hell, no matter what the color. I’m just tryin’ to be real about my shit. I usually date light skinned babes, know what I’m sayin’? But wit’ all that junk in yo’ trunk, a brothah’s got to get wit’ that!”
    Okay, this jackass has lost his damn mind! Victoria tried to restrain herself by taking another deep breath. She cleared her throat before she spoke. “Debbie gave me the impression that you were . . . well . . . not as extroverted as you appear to be,” she said, struggling to hold back her displeasure.
    â€œI like the way you use them big words,” he smiled as Victoria’s eyes bucked wide at his statement. “Well, you know how you gotta play the role wit’ white folks, talkin’ all proper . . . like you sound. You know, make’em feel comfortable and what-not. But witchu’ . . . you family, I can be myself, know what I’m sayin’?”
    What the hell? Okay, that’s it! Victoria looked at Vincent with near disgust. She was ready to leave, but