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she moved to Los Angeles from her native South Carolina, I'd wanted to buy her a one-way ticket back.
    I don't know what it was, but from the moment I met Alexis I knew we'd be the best of enemies. Someone looking at me from the outside might say that I was jealous. But you need to know that I wasn't. Just because she was a leggy, model-type brainiac who owned a successful business didn't mean that she had a thing on me. I had it going on, too. Just as many men were sniffin' around me as were sniffin' around her.
    Really, to me, the problem was that Alexis was jealous -- and scared -- of me. She knew that if she ever got a man ('cause as much as she had it going on, she didn't have one), she was afraid that if he got one look at me … well, then.
    Just the thought of that made me laugh. “ Look, ” I said to Kyla. “ Let me get out of here. I'll see you Saturday. ”
    Kyla hugged me again. “ I can't believe you're about to be an old married lady like me. ”
    Like her? Please! No matter how much Kyla wanted us to be alike, we were so far from it.
    “ Speak for yourself, ” I said. “ I'm never going to be an old anything. I'll call you tomorrow. ” I turned around and almost bumped right into Roman.
    “ You're walking out now? ” he asked.
    “ Yeah. ”
    “ Well, a lady shouldn't be by herself this late at night. You just never know. ”
    I nodded, because it was easier to let him think I was a lady rather than explain that I'd been on these mean streets plenty of times (later than this) by myself. But I'd let him do the gentlemanly thing just so I could have a few extra minutes with my fantasy.
    Together we took two steps before Alexis came barreling around the corner. She glanced at me, then her eyes turned to Roman. And with a shake of her head and a laugh, she pushed past me as if she had n’t been there to celebrate my happy occasion.
    I knew what she was thinking: that I was about to do Roman. She thought I was a whore, but she didn't know me at all, 'cause if she did, she'd know that I didn't do that kind of thing for free.
    So I just ignored her, and turned my attention back to Mr. Chocolate and our final moments together … .
    “ You awake yet, babe? ”
    Oh, man. I'd almost forgotten that I was dreaming. I felt like I was right there, right back at last night. But now I was on the verge of consciousness, and I didn't want to wake up. I wasn't finished with reliving the party’s last moments.
    “ Babe? ” Kenny called out to me again.
    Inside I sighed, really irritated that he was stopping me from getting to my happy ending. I wanted to remember the way Roman had walked silently by my side as we made our way to the parking lot. I wanted to remember the way he'd taken the car key from my hand and unlocked the door, then held it open as I slipped inside. And finally, I wanted to remember the way his fleshy lips felt like satin had brushed across my cheek -- my goodnight, goodbye-forever kiss.
    Even though that's where last night had ended, my plan had been to continue the dream and take it to that forbidden place: where I would have pulled Roman into the car and he would've had his way with me right there. It wouldn't have been the first time that I'd had sex in a car with a man I'd known for thirty minutes. That was the life of a stripper-plus -- which was the name us girls in the industry called ourselves, because we couldn't possibly be compared to the ladies of the night who strolled the streets and congregated on corners. We were on a much higher level.
    Anyway, that had been my plan … to dream a little longer and imagine what could have been.
    But I didn't get the chance to do any of that, because my betrothed had chosen that moment to come out of the shower and wake me up.
    “ Babe? ”
    He was gonna push it 'til I opened my eyes. So I did. I let my lids flutter open slowly, though, as if I'd been in a deep sleep. I milked it too, stretching and moaning as though I was being dragged into