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    “What the fuck do you care?”  Sally’s snarky tone tightens the muscles down my back.  “She’s a waitress , for crissake.”  Sally laughs and suddenly leaving is not on the agenda.
    She needs to learn some manners. Part of me wants to tear into her, but the soft spoken, gentleman part of me takes a seat on the other side of the table, because few things piss me off more than people deciding how they should treat someone based on some false hierarchy of importance. 
    And on top of that, from what I’d overheard of their jabbering in the Rover, Sally is unemployed.  The irony rakes on my nerves and my fuse is rapidly burning down.  My antsy ass is back on my feet ready to take that walk again but I have a few words before I go.
    “Everyone deserves—”  I’m ready to lay into her with both barrels when I see the waitress’ tray start our way and I catch the first glimpse of her face. 
    I never knew what people meant when they said they felt the ground shift under their feet, but sure as shit do right now. Don’t ask me to explain it, because I can’t, but there’s this soft jolt in my chest, pulling me up sharp. And when I lock my eyes on her I see something I’ve never seen before.
    I’ve felt it before though.  Once.  The moment I laid my eyes on Arabelle in the auction ring that day, I knew something was about to happen, like I know something right now. I’m just not fucking sure exactly what it is.
    “What can I get you folks?”  The voice of an angel rings in my head like chapel bells.
    You can get yourself under me.
    The words that rocket through my head shock me. The sweetest face I’ve ever seen is looking back at me.  Warm home grown innocence and curves that light up parts of me left dark for too long have me blinking trying to make sure this isn’t a dream.
    Her name tag reads Lori, but she doesn’t look like a Lori.  Everything about her says mine and I shake my head trying to get a grip.
    She’s staring at me and her eyes catch mine for a long moment.  They are not just looking at me, they’re tagging me, and my cock decides his long winter is over.
    Sally and the brunette bark their drink orders her way and she acknowledges them with a quick smile, then her eyes are back on mine.
    I’m the first one to admit I’m confused by what’s happening right now, but I’m powerless to stop it.  This girl has cast a spell on me in the matter of a few seconds and my mind quickly goes to the thought of her clothes laying on my bedroom floor and my fingers diggin’ into her hips.
    “And you?”  Her dark eyelashes flutter in my direction and I can’t help imagining those eyes going wide the first time my cock slips between her luscious thighs and upward into what my mind believes already belongs to me.
    “What about me?”  I shift and take a step around the back of Roger’s chair.  I swear to fuck I catch her scent and it runs like fire over my skin.  “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
    Her quizzical smile and slight eye roll doesn't deter whatever this is that she’s brought to life. 
    Fuck, she’s got a goddamn dimple. And the growing boner in my pants sees it too.
    Suddenly I’m aware of every dick-swinging mother fucker that is glancing her way.  I don’t give a slinging horse shit if they just want a drink. I don’t want anyone looking her way.  I don’t even fucking want her in here; it doesn’t make sense but I want to take her away from here so no other man can ever put his eyes on her again.
    It takes super human effort to hide everything that is happening inside my body and mind right now.  Feelings I cannot identify are creeping up from my toes until they wrap around my skull.  The feelings are not just inside either; there are great heaving feelings in my crotch ready to stampede their way out of my Levis.
    I may cum just from looking at her dimple.  Can that be possible?  I don’t give a shit; my hard-on sees the same thing