Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The door to the men’s bathroom opened and out walked the reason for her presence. He was tall, dark, and I’d guess some might say handsome. I’d say he was a five out of ten, maybe a six if I were generous. Which I wasn’t. At best, he was a four on a sunny California day.
As the bastard wrapped an arm around her waist, Jennifer stood and tucked my dick back in my pants.
“What, you want the corner next?” Yeah, I was a fucking asshole.
She giggled, leaning her beautiful face into his chest, and a fiery inferno billowed inside me. Couldn’t she see he wasn’t her type? I was confident he wasn’t her type, but I’d bet my inheritance I was.
“Nah, man, you can have it. This beauty”—he kissed her temple—“deserves better than a dark, dirty corner. Let’s go, baby. Our room is waiting for us.”
Room? She’s leaving with him? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, the fuck she is!
“Wait! Let me buy you a round of drinks.” My tone came out begging. I’d say anything to stop them, to get her to see how she was making a colossal mistake.
“You’re kidding, right?” The dude chuckled. “We aren’t into foursomes, freaks. Right, baby? This guy has no class whatsoever.”
Those ocean-blue eyes consumed me as she shook her head.
“That’s right, no thank you.” The dude nodded. “I won’t be sharing this delicious woman with anyone. Let’s go.” He pulled her with him.
“You two have a stellar night.” She wiggled her fingers and took all the air from my lungs with her.
Dazed by the massive punch to my ego, I didn’t move.
“Who was that?” Jennifer’s question woke me from my trance.
I frantically zipped up my pants, running out of the hallway and desperate to stop her. I weaved through the crowded club, bumping into people as I pushed my way toward the exit, searching forher. Chin-length blonde hair, a sensual body, shapely legs, and that off-the-shoulder red dress, she should have been easy to spot. But she was nowhere to be found.
Behind me, I heard “Jenny From the Block” hollering in Spanish. I shoved my way through to the exit and caught my lady in red, speeding away in a black Mustang convertible, her blonde hair waving goodbye.
I didn’t even know her name. As if knowing it would somehow appease me. There were almost twenty-four million people in Southern California. Until today, I had never laid eyes on her. I’d have remembered her face if I had.
I could pretty much bet I’d never see her again.