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“Come dance with me,” I urged. I wanted to feel his body on mine.

“I don’t—”

Before he could finish his sentence, I was pulling him to the dance floor. It felt like he and I were the only ones on the dance floor. My hand wrapped around his neck while his hand slid up and down my thigh while I ground my ass into him. He nibbled on my ear while whispering how sexy I was. I never lacked confidence, so hearing him fueled my praise kink.

“Aye, beautiful,” he flirted. “I don’t think I can take no more of this. What do you say we get out of here?”

It was as if two angels appeared on my shoulder. The sober angel kept reminding me I didn’t know who this man was, and he might be a serial killer, while the drunk angel reminded me it had been such a long time since I had a man look at me the way this cutie had been looking at me all night. Instead of going with my mind, I let my lower half decide.

“Sure, let me tell my best friend.”

“Meet you out front.” He kissed my neck and walked away.

I ran over to let Allison know where I was going.

“Hey, I’m going to go hang out with the guy I was dancing with,” I relayed, leaning in her ear while she backed her ass up into some guy.

“Oh shit, friend! Yolo! Enjoy yourself! We need to celebrate in all ways.”

“Hell yeah!”

We did our signature handshake, and I promised to update her every hour. I ran out of the door and saw him standing by a black SUV. I couldn’t contain my excitement. I had just received a job offer, and now I was leaving with a beautiful man. The night just kept getting better and better.

We both slid inside the back seat, and I instantly kicked my shoes off and relaxed into the heated leather seats.

“What’s in store for the night?” I asked.

He looked at me and smiled. He removed his coat blazer and loosened his tie. “Hopefully, you,” he said, sliding closer.

I tried my best not to show how hard he made me blush. “Cute, but I don’t even know your name.”

“Weston...Weston Jones.”

“Taja Wilson.” I smiled proudly, extending my hand.

“Taja? What kind of name is that?” he asked.

“A name for a sexy, confident, fun, lit-ass person,” I bragged.

He laughed. “We will see by the end of the night.”

I could feel my heartbeat between my legs. However, I had to play it cool. My stomach growled. Weston looked at me and smiled.

“Hungry?

I nodded. “Heck, yeah!”

“What would you like?”

“Hmm...McDonald’s!”

His face twisted in disgust. I laughed.

“Oh, I’m sure you ate plenty of McDonald’s in your day. People act like it’s a bad thing to indulge in greasy, unhealthy food sometimes. Plus, I enjoy doing things that make me feel good. I don’t do well with stress, so I make it my mission to find those things. It just so happens McDonald’s is one of them.” I smiled.

Weston just stared at me before looking toward the driver. “Sir, can you swing by the nearest McDonald’s, please?”

I placed a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

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