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“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask Stella, I know that look, she’s up to no good. I see her eyes drift over my shoulder, and she smirks. I turn around and that’s when I see him. Sexy One comes walking our way, leaving Sexy Two at the bar. I look around hoping that maybe he’s just walking this way. Possibly on his way maybe to the bathroom, or maybe to meet someone, someone other than either one of us.

“Here you go, ladies.” The waitress says as she places drinks in front of us. Drinks that I know we haven’t ordered.

“Oh, we didn’t order these.” I say.

“I know.” She juts her thumb out. “He did.”

“Ladies.” His voice is rugged, but smooth. Like sex, hard, hot, steamy sex. I need to stop drinking. “I couldn’t help but notice you two. From where we were sitting over there it looked to be a colorful conversation.” I watch as the second gentleman walks up to us. He looks just like warm chocolate, just the way Stella likes them, her men that is. Crap.

“If you must know, it was very comical.” Stella pipes up. “Laney here was just replaying the events that led her to becoming a single woman this weekend.” She gives me a wink.

“Oh was she?” Sexy One says as he sits down.

“You don’t have to sit.” I say.

“Yes he does.” Stella rebuts.

“No offense, to you gentlemen, but my friend and I were just supposed to be having a pleasurable girl’s weekend, men not included.”

“That’s funny.” Sexy Two says as he takes a seat next to Stella. “Nate was just telling me how this was supposed to be a business weekend.”

“It seems that our friends may need to rethink things, don’t you think–”

“Troy.” He says.

“Stella.” She gives him her hand as I roll my eyes.

“Good grief.” I say under my breath.

“So what event led you to becoming single?” Nate asks.

“Oh, you are not going to believe this one. It’s a hoot.”

“Stella, please.” I beg her. “They don’t want to know about the drama that’s my life. I’m sure they have dates, or are waiting for dates, or are looking for dates. They don’t have time to hear about–”

“I would love to hear it.” Nate, says.

“See, Laney, he would love to hear it.”

There's no stopping Stella, not when she’s on a roll, so I do the only thing I can do, grab my drink, sit back and allow her to tell the tale that is my sex life. “If you must.” And I stick the straw in my mouth and suck.