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Okay, we can get right down to it here.
Sparkle walked off - stepped off - the stage and she grabbed my shirt and pointed toward the private room section of the strip club.
Now, forget all you think you know about me.
This good guy stuff drives me insane sometimes.
Do you think I’m beyond taking Sparkle right here, right now, in this private room and making sure she never forgets me?
“Rome said you sometimes forget how to talk about beautiful women,” Sparkle said.
I laughed. “Wow. That’s smooth.”
“Is that true?”
Sparkle began to pout and put her hands on her hips.
She was a very good looking woman.
All natural. All curves.
I slowly stand up from the weird, velvety chair.
“I’m not allowed to touch you,” I whispered. “But this would be the part where I’d gently touch your hips and tell you that Rome is lying about half that statement…”
“Oh?”
“I never forget how to talk,” I said.
In the grand scheme of things, this was definitely not my shining moment as a man who wanted to flirt with a woman.
Strip clubs made me feel a certain way.
No matter what anyone said or did, this was all business.
Guys like Rome could turn their brains off and live in the fantasy.
Me?
I could not see myself waking up tomorrow with Sparkle in my bed, then taking her out for breakfast and asking her about the most embarrassing moment she had in college.
You know what I mean?
I looked down for a second.
Ah, hell, maybe I am that good of a guy.
“No looking down, Henry,” Sparkle whispered. She touched my face. “You only look here…”
Of course she had me look at her voluptuous chest.
She groaned and arched her upper back.
“You know, sometimes they are just so heavy,” she whispered. “Sometimes I wish someone could just, you know, hold them for me.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“Is that so?” I asked.
