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"It's not because it's not true," I tell her.

She blushes at that.

"But you're right," I add. "He's about to be married and has no respect."

"His fiancee invited me to their wedding,” she blurts out like she’s been wanting to tell someone all night.

I do a double take, "Lillian? When?"

"It's coming up in a few weeks, I think."

"No, I’m the best man. But, when did she invite you?"

Libby hesitates before answering, "I've seen her around. Why do you think the team owner bet on Landry?"

She's changing the subject.

"Is that what you were going to say earlier?"

"Yes."

"I'm sure it was just to do her part in giving to the organization," I offer.

We silently sip again when an email notification comes through on my phone.

I open it to see the email reply from Barry.

Sure thing, boss.

Name: Liberty O'Connor

Age: 28 years old

Scored high in the following for the fantasy questionnaire:

submissive, role play, toys, light rope play, praise and degradation kink

Is she causing trouble? Do I need to disable her account? -B

Got her. My eyes rove up to Libby, absentmindedly sipping on her hot chocolate and watching the rain come down from the back window.

I type a quick reply to Barry.

No.

Ok. Libby O'Connor is LeaveHerWild. The woman I planned on taking to bed tonight sits right across from me. The same woman who makes me miss shots at very important playoff games and whose brother warned me about. The woman my own brother called his sloppy seconds.

And she may or may not know that I'm the person she stood up tonight.

Maybe she freaked out at the thought of sleeping with a stranger. Maybe she bailed before finding out it was me waiting for her at the bar.

Maybe.

But maybe she knew exactly what she was doing and willingly left me hanging.

"So this date...I have few days open this week. Conference finals start on Saturday."

She lowers her mug onto her lap.

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