Page 43 of Unstoppable You

I’m jealousI responded before I put on my blinker and drove back to my own apartment.

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I foundmyself at Sapph a few hours later moping about Delaney. And the only reason I knew I was moping about Delaney was because the bartender asked me why I looked so down.

“Do you have a drink for when you’ve developed a devastating crush on a straight girl?” I yelled over the music. She gave me a sad smile and said she’d take care of me.

“It’s called the Heartbreaker,” she told me when she pushed the deep red drink in front of me.

“Perfect,” I told her and opened a tab.

Usually, I’d be scoping out a cutie to dance with at this point in my night, but Delaney had ruined me for everyone else. No matter who I looked at, I couldn’t help but compare everyone with Delaney and she always came out as the better choice.

Except she wasn’t a choice because she wasstraight.

I caught the eye of a pretty woman with curly hair who looked like she was going to come over to me, but I broke eye contact and sipped at my drink. It was rich and a little smoky. Different than what I would have ordered, but I liked it. And it was appropriate, given the circumstances.

She’d find someone else who wasn’t falling for a straight girl like me.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come out tonight. My time might have been better spent at home on the couch with one of the bizarre romance books Delaney had told me about. I’d downloaded a bunch of them and was truly skeptical, but I could have live-reacted to them in her messages.

Sighing, I finished my drink and decided I might as well make it an early night when I turned around and saw a flash of blonde hair. Just another Delaney Doppelgänger. She had many, but no one was as stunning as she was.

Except…this person was definitely a similar height to Delaney. I pushed my way through the crowd without seeing anyone else but the person who was paying her cover and looking around the bar with a little bit of fear and apprehension under the neon lights of the Sapph sign at the front.

Holy fucking shit.

ItwasDelaney Budreau.

Chapter Seventeen

Delaney

I’d spentthe rest of the afternoon and evening in a burger and cookie coma, searching through my Fuckit List to find what items I wanted to check off tonight. I was going to try to go for dancing on the bar. That was one I probably should have waited for Larison to go with me to accomplish, but I was feeling strangely antsy and like I wanted to just…do something.

I searched for the bars in the area, deciding I should hit one that wasn’t one of my regulars, just in case I got kicked out. Searching online for “bars near me that let you dance on them” left me with no ideas, so I just searched articles recommending bars. I might have to try a few places to get this task done.

I dressed in a low-cut top that made my tits look great, and jeans that hugged my ass. Figuring boots would be good for dancing on a bar, I slid into a pair of black heeled ankle boots that weren’t that comfortable but made me feel like a badass. A little pinching was nothing if I could knock off another item on my list.

I was nervous as I got out of the car and said goodnight to the driver. I’d had him drop me off near several bars that I could try.

All I had to do was walk in.

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Turnedout dancing on a bar was a lot easier said than done. The first two bars I tried gave me bad vibes and had more of a sportsbro vibe than what I was looking for. I needed someplace different.

I really should have brought Larison and Jo with me. What was that place they were always going to? The lesbian place?

Sapph. Wouldn’t that be the kind of place that would let a woman dance on a bar? I hoped so, setting off in the right direction, wincing a little as my boots pinched my toes.

I stood outside of Sapph for a few minutes before I got up the courage to walk in. This wasn’t the kind of place that I belonged, but I also couldn’t dismiss the idea of being in a room full of mostly women. Plus, they were playing some really good music.

Rolling my shoulders back and marching forward, I presented my ID to the jacked woman on the stool at the door and paid my cover.

Holy crap, this place was jammed with people. There was barely any room to move. My stomach did a little swoop and I almost turned around and went home. I’d never really been in a place like this. Larison had invited me to come out with her before, but I’d never felt comfortable enough.

I looked around, waiting for someone to yell that I was a straight girl who had infiltrated a sacred space and needed to be thrown out onto the sidewalk on my ass.

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