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Chapter Three

"He's gone! That handsome devil vanished like a smoke... probably back to hell. Come on bitches, let's grab some tequila." Jerry cat walked back to our table as we followed him.

"Is that him making out with that girl in red?" Julie pointed at the couple in the corner and both me and Jerry's eyes followed her finger.

"Na-ah, that's not him! Are you blind Julie? The guy we saw was way too gorgeous and has a sensational tan like he've just been sunbathing in the Caribbean." Jerry said and took a shot of his tequila. "He's so... rarrrr!!

We all laughed and Jerry continued. "Guys like him should watch out on me. I already converted three straight men..."

"Converted? Why, are you running a what... a cult?" I bursted into laughter that I spilled some tequila on my dress.

"Exactly!    To convert to our faith, our beliefs...and be baptized officially as gay." Jerry laughed aloud and took another shot of tequila.

"I don't think that guy can easily be converted. He looked so damn straight." Julie poured a tequila in her glass and took a sip.

"Hmm... you're right. We don't smell the same." Jerry lifted his hands on the air. "Ugh! I hate that I don't have any chances with a gorgeous guy like that. Obviously he prefers real women, like you two bitches."

"Awww... you're jealous of us again. Poor you Jerry. You don't have boobies like these." Julie put her chest forward and shook her breasts.

"Shut up, I don't envy your watermelon boobies, okay? Some men prefer oranges like Kate's."

"Seriously Jerry! Do you have to shout it?" I pulled Jerry's blond hair from the roots bringing his head down on the table.

"Ouch! Ouch! I'm sorry... No one heard me!" He pointed DJ Zedd and the loud music. "Let go of my hair, bitch. You're pulling my hair extensions."

When I removed my hand, he glared at me angrily like a possessed... gay. "Before I'll forget, you owe me something bitch. You haven't hook up with a guy yet tonight! I want you to go and find that handsome devil we saw, get his damn name and damn phone number."

"So you can stalk him." I put my arms together under my chest and lifted one of my eyebrows.

"Ha-ha." Jerry laughed sarcastically and shoved my glass of tequila towards me. "Here, drink this to pull your nerves together, then go."

Five minutes later, I was in the bar drinking a glass of margarita. I could not find the guy anymore, he probably just dropped by to get something or fetch someone -- a girlfriend.

Yeah, he looked like he had a girlfriend already, or engaged, or married. That type of guy who has an oozing sex appeal, Greek god appearance and body that any girl would love to worship, surely could easily get any girl he wanted.

Ha! A playboy. The exact description of a playboy, the kind of guy that I avoid. Forget about him Kate, I told myself.

My eyes wandered at the other men at the bar trying to choose which one to approach. The guy sitting at my right side looked like he was in his forties. He did not have his ring on, but I could see the mark of wedding ring on his finger. He noticed me checking on him and I turned away abruptly and pretended scratching my neck.

On my left side, he looked like he was the same age as me. Wearing checkered long sleeves shirt and dark rimmed eyeglasses. One would think that he was heading to the library instead of going to a bar. He barely touched his drink since I sat beside him and his eyes kept on glancing at the dance floor.

I sipped the remaining of my margarita when I heard someone said behind me. There was an attractiveness in his voice, deep, sultry and sexy.

"Hey Joe, straight whiskey and another margarita for the lady."

"Coming up, boss." The bartender answered right away and went to prepare the drinks.

For no reason, my heart pounded. My instinct was telling me that it was him, standing behind me. I could feel his penetrating eyes, like a magnetic force directed at me. I did not want to look, not trusting myself in situations like this. I could do or say something... very stupid.

In a minute, the bartender with a fast speed skill put the two drinks in front of me, slightly pushing the glass of Margarita towards me.

"That's for you miss." The bartender said.

"Oh... thank you." Was all I could say.

"Excuse me." I heard his deep velvet voice so close to my ears and instantly, I felt the tingling sensations all over my body. Oh God, what is wrong with me? I felt like I was possessed!

I turned to face the man as he reached for his glass of whiskey. I was right, it was him. The handsome devil had risen from hell.

He was so close, that my face almost collided at the hollow of his neck. Just a mere inch and I could kiss that warm tanned skin. He had a wonderful smell... a very captivating sensual scent like sandalwood, leather and vanilla.

The man sitting at the right left and the handsome devil took his place. He was ignoring me and just continued sipping his whiskey while observing the bartenders.

I got intrigued. I wondered what was his drama, buying me a drink then pretended that I never existed. Is he psychotic or something?

I observed his appearance. But he was so damn hot and strikingly gorgeous. Any woman would fall for this guy. Beautiful thick jet black hair that I would like to run through my fingers, a very manly face with lips to die for. His hands that was holding the glass of whiskey... I just wished that it was my hand.

Darn it, am I the one talking or the wine? This is not good, I'm a bit drunk. I have to start a conversation so I could get his name and phone number for Jerry, then I'd go back to our table.

"Thank you for this drink." I said and took a big sip of the Margarita.

"You're welcome." He answered without even looking at me.

What's his problem? Why he did not even bother to look at me? Am I too ugly for him?

I was suddenly offended at the thought. I could not let this pass and stay quiet. I had to know.

"Do you have a habit of buying drinks for the ladies then ignore them? Or this is your strategy to get women so intrigued and get their attention."

He chuckled and put down his glass on the table. "Is it working?"

I heaved an angry sigh, twisting my lips in distaste. Rotten playboys and their tricks.

"You're pathetic."

"So I'm pathetic now." He finally turned and directed his full attention at me.

"Yes you are and that's very stupid."

"Okay, so I'm pathetic and stupid. Seems like you know a whole lot about me."

"Whatever. For all I know, you're a psycho." I shrugged my shoulders then stood up ready to leave. I did not want to waste my time on this guy. I was disappointed that he was a playboy and even played a trick on me.

"A psycho? No one ever called me that before."

"Well, good news! There's a first time for everything. Goodbye mister and thanks for the drink." I turned around to go but his words stopped me.

"I apologize if I made an ass of myself. You're so damn hot and sexy. I just want to come over here to see if there was more than meets the eye."

What? Did I hear him right? Hot and sexy?

"I was not ignoring you, in fact, I was trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you. I swear, my heart was beating ten thousand times faster sitting beside you. I had to gather all my nerves to approach you."

"You're just trying to sweet talk me."

"No, of course not. I'm telling you the truth. I want to get to know you." He touched the chair that I previously occupied and continued. "Please, can we start again? By the way, my name is Dan."