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as the rest of me, and then sipped the last of my ginger ale.
    He laughed as if he got my message and took another swig of his own drink. “ We should get to know one another a little bit better. What are you doing this weekend? ”
    My first thought was to ask why we had to wait for the weekend. It was just nine o'clock; we had the whole night. But I didn't want to look like the hoochie that everyone said I was. Plus, I was about to get married.
    So that's what I told Roman. “ This weekend … Saturday … I'm getting married. ”
    His eyes widened. “ You're getting married this weekend? ”
    “ Yeah. ” I frowned. “ What? You didn't believe me? ”
    “ Nah … nah, it's not that. It's just … I didn't expect that it was gonna be so soon. ” He paused and his eyes took a journey once again all over me. And this time, I wished it was his mouth taking that trip. “ So, Saturday, huh? Can I get an invite? ”
    I chuckled. “ I just met you. ”
    “ I know, but it doesn't feel that way, does it? ”
    Was this one of the best come - ons, or was he for real? I wasn't sure at first, but then I remembered where I was, and who Roman was. He was just like me -- we were strippers. This conversation was all part of the game: create an amazing fantasy for our customers to get the biggest tip possible.
    Even though Mr. Chocolate wasn't about to get any more money out of me, I played along. “ You're right. I feel like I've known you for a long time. ” I lowered my voice, really getting into my part. “ Like maybe even from before I was born. ”
    I'd expected him to laugh, chuckle, smile, or something to let me know that he found my words amusing. But he just nodded as if he thought I was serious. Dang, he was really into this role - playing. And for some reason, that only made me want him more.
    Too bad.
    But then he said, “ Well, your wedding is Saturday … what are you doing tomorrow? ”
    Okay, until this point, this was just a flirtation. But now it felt as if Roman wanted to make this fantasy real. A one night stand the night before my wedding? I'd be lying if I said that wasn't a tempting thought. Especially since I hadn't had any in three weeks. But the point of my short-term celibacy was to be ready for my husband, so this encounter would have to stay in the flirt a little, fantasize a lot category.
    Anything else would be purely scandalous!
    “ Tomorrow, ” I said, “ I'm going to be getting ready to become a wife. ”
    “ Does that take special preparation? ”
    “ For me, it does. I want to be perfect for my husband. ”
    “ You look pretty perfect to me. ”
    This time when his eyes wandered over me, I felt as if I'd been caressed -- and that was when I knew it was time to stop, before I lost the ability to just say no. I hoisted the strap of my bag onto my shoulder, a clear sign that I was about to make my move and get up out of this joint before trouble swept me away.
    “ It was really nice to meet you, Roman, ” I said, holding out my hand to him.
    He looked down at my hand and frowned. “ Did I say something wrong? ”
    “ No. It's just late and I have to get home, ” then I paused so that I could make my point, “ to my fiancé. ”
    “ You live together? ”
    That question surprised me. Not only was it none of his business, but it went beyond the fantasy. Who cared who lived with whom when you were playing a game?
    But maybe male strippers did it differently. So, I answered, “ Yeah, and I don't want to keep him up and waiting. ”
    He nodded, but his face drooped a bit, as if he was sad to see me go.
    As I tried to saunter past him, he caught my fingers inside his hand and held me there close to him. The heat of his breath warmed my neck when he whispered, “ It's too bad we didn't meet sooner. Before now. ”
    Wow! Male strippers took the game all the way to the end. If Roman had still been on the stage and still been naked, I would've been tossing dollars until he had all my