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I look around the dark bar, expectant. My body tingles in anticipation of what’s to come. Or, what I hope will come. Early on I learned that nothing is certain. Nothing and no one.
I rub my bare arms which are covered in goosebumps. Why did I wear this sleeveless dress? And why hadn’t I thought to bring a cardigan?
Because I’m stupid. Stupid and vain.
He loves my arms. Thinks their definition is sexy. When he said that, I giggled like a teenager. Nervous. And, I admit, turned on.
The hunky, thirty-something bartender keeps glancing my way. He’s dark and intense looking. What they used to call swarthy.
No doubt, he’s wondering when I’m going to order a real drink. I get it. To some, a woman alone equals “cheap.” In more ways than one. Even now. Some things never change.
Except for me. I’ve changed. Or I wouldn’t be here. Waiting for a man who isn’t my husband. For no other reason than the carnal.
And the fact that there’s something dangerous about him. I caught that right away. As soon as he looked at me with something more akin to a glower than a grin. Maybe a little of both?
