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complexion. There’s light stubble on his face making his beard sexy and not overdone on his defined jaw line. His black dress shirt is folded and rolled up at the arms and his dark jeans make his outfit sexy and not like he just left the office.
    I’m reaching out my hand but he has yet to grab it, instead piercing, clear blue eyes are fixed on me like they’re trying to read my soul. His look is sultry, demanding yet comforting.
    I’m reminded of every book I’ve read about male dominates and I can only imagine the stare they talk about is the same one I’m getting right now.
    I feel my panties moisten instantly from the thought as my skin flushes and my spine tingles. When he finally grabs my hand I want to melt, right here into a bed of wet hot sex.
    Holy schmoly!
    “Hi,” he says as he grabs my hand, not shaking it but lightly rubbing his thumb over my heated flesh before he lets go, closing his fist and slowly exhaling.
    Goddamn, what just happened?
    I bring my fingers up to my mouth where I lightly tug on my bottom lip as I look down at my outfit, running my other hand down the black short skirt that Becca insisted I wear when she showed up at my apartment with it in her hand. I’m so self-conscious in it, especially right now.
    I hear him clear his throat lightly and I look up, letting go of my lip when he reaches for my hand again, bringing it up to his lips whispering, “It was nice to meet you, Kamii.”
    Without saying another word, he releases my hand and turns to walk away. I watch him walk straight to the door and leave without talking to anyone else. My mouth’s slightly open in shock as I stare at the closed door behind him.
    Becca’s laugh takes me out of my dreamland, “Yeah, you like?”
    I shake my head, “What was that? I know I’m out of the whole dating scene but what the hell just happened?”
    She laughs, “Who knows with men. He was into you though.”
    I look up, surprised, “You think?”
    “Hell yeah, I think! The way he looked at you. Hot damn!”
    “God, yes. I felt that...”
    “In your pussy?” she interrupts.
    “ What ? Um… No… Did you really just say,” I lean in to whisper, “the p word?”
    She throws her head back laughing, “Yes, I did. Pussy, pussy, pussy. And I bet yours is wet right now.”
    I put up my hands, waving them in defeat, “Ok, ok. I get it.”
    “Then admit it. I saw that fuck-me-now look he was giving you. And you were giving it right back to him.”
    “Ok, fine. Yes, I’m… wet,” I whisper which makes her laugh even more.
    “Girl, own it. Talk about it. Be it. Fucking is awesome! Don’t deny it.”
    “I know. I won’t deny it but it’s been awhile so let me get back in the swing of things before I start talking about my,” I lean in again, whispering, “pussy being wet.”
    She claps her hands together in celebration, “Yeah, that’s my girl!”
    I can’t help but laugh. “But explain to me, why did he just turn and walk away? I really have no clue how this is supposed to work.”
    “Who knows? Maybe he’s a hopeless romantic and believes if it’s meant to be he’ll see you again,” she says flipping her hand through the air dismissively as she takes a sip of her drink through the little black straw.
    I pick up a nut from the basket in front of us and throw it at her, “Now you’re totally fucking with me.”
    “Hey now, look who just cussed! Am I rubbing off on you?”
    I smile, picking up my drink, holding it up, “Well, I guess you are. Cheers to that.”
    We tap drinks then she says, “Ok good, because there is something I want to talk to you about.”
    Oh God, what now? Does she want free legal advice? Is this why she’s been so nice to me? Here I thought I made a friend...
    I sigh, totally deflated when she says, “How open are you, sexually…?”
    Whoa, so not what I thought would come out of her mouth.
    Since I’m just happy it wasn’t a legal question, I answer, truthfully, “Well, it’s been