Page 66 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

“Touche, though I think he says it will be alright.” She giggles and hangs up.

I make my way into my apartment and study my face in the mirror and then I study my body. I do look hot. Totally inappropriate for a business meeting. Totally, totally inappropriate. I want to die. I can't believe Ethan told me that he was sorry that I'd been confused and that I thought it was a date. A part of me was still confused. Why hadn't he said it was a business meeting? And why had he gotten onto his knees when I told him to kiss my ass? Who does that?

"Oh, this man is going to drive me crazy," I say to myself as I shake my head.

I splash my face and take a deep breath before I head into the kitchen and grab some water. I drink two glassfuls and then head back to the bathroom to redo my makeup. I decide to keep on the same outfit because I look good and I'm not going to change, even if I do look really sexy.

Maybe some guys will see me and want to flirt. Right now, I'm ready to flirt with any hotties because I kind of need to forget about Ethan. Obviously, what we had done meant nothing to him. Obviously, it had just been one hot moment, and he had told me he didn't want anything else. As far as I was concerned, I didn't want anything else either. I might be looking for a man, but I'm not desperate and I'm not going to force myself on anyone. I'm not going to make someone want to date me, and if Ethan Rosser is not interested in me, I'm not interested in him.

Just because he makes me laugh, and he's funny, and he's rich and he has the biggest cock I've ever seen in real life, that doesn't matter to me. I'm looking for a man with principles. I'm looking for a man that has compassion and is sweet, and makes me feel like a million dollars. That is not Ethan. Ethan makes me feel like, I don't know. I don't even want to think about it.

I grab my red lipstick and reapply it and head out the door. Tonight I am going to forget I have ever seen Ethan Rosser naked.

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"Oh my gosh, you look so hot," Isabel says as I approach her outside the bar. She's standing there looking just as sexy in her short red dress.

"Girl, you are the one that's looking hot. How did you put that on so quickly?"

"I have a supply of hot dresses ready for when you want to go out." She giggles. "You think I look good?" She twirls around and I nod.

"Girl, you look like a fricking Victoria's Secret supermodel."

"Yeah, right," she says laughing. "I wish. More like you do."

"Thank you, but no I don’t.”

“You’re hot, hot, hot,” she giggles.

"Come on. First round's on me."

"Ooh, tequila shots?"

"I don't know that we should do tequila shots," I say looking over my shoulder as we enter the bar. "But you know what? I don't even care. Tequila shots, vodka shots, rum shots. Whatever you want, we will do."

"Woo hoo," she says. "This is what I'm talking about."

We dance towards the bar and start singing the Usher song that's playing.

"I feel like tonight's going to be a good night," she sings.

"So do I," I laugh and dance around.

I order the shots, we down two and then we head over to the dance floor. I'm singing loudly, and Isabel is dancing around me. I feel relaxed and even though Ethan is still in the back of my mind, I'm not going to dwell on him.

"I'm going to dance on a table again," I say as I head over to a round table in the center of the room.

Isabel smiles at me. "Are you sure you want to do that?"

"I'm sure. What's that saying? Dance like nobody's watching?"

"There's a whole bar of people watching you," she says, gesturing around the crowded bar.

"Well, that's great because I deserve to be the center of attention. I deserve for people to look at me and want me."

"Girl, every single man in here wants you right now."

"Good," I say as I get up and dance on the table. I don’t care what anyone thinks. This is my moment to just be free.

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