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Continued from “Maneater”.
I always let my prey come to me but Mr. Blue Eyes had the kind of presence that almost made me reconsider.
I decided against it. It would only be a matter of time before he noticed me. I waited it out at the bar, nursed my glass of champagne and tried not to look over in his direction too often.
Just as I expected, Mr. Blue Eyes noticed me. He returned the smile I gave him as he carried on his conversation with his group of friends but it was followed by a vacant look. When he turned his back on me, I realized that he really hadn’t even seen me at all.
My face flushed with confusion. That was not the reaction I had expected. One look was usually enough to get a man to approach me. I could have any man I wanted, that was actual and factual.
What’s wrong with him?
As I finished off my drink, I found myself analyzing his interaction with his group of friends. They were all male. Maybe he was gay. Yes, that would explain it.
I’d had enough of this engagement party shit and considered calling it a night and going home alone. I was capable of a lot of things but fucking another man after I’d let Robert tonight would have taken too much energy.
It was at that very moment that Mr. Blue Eyes approached the bar and stood right next to me. Finally…He must have been waiting for the right moment to pounce.
I readied myself to greet him with a seductive hello but he never even looked in my direction as he ordered two drinks. He gave the bartender a healthy tip and maneuvered his way back to his friends and a woman who had joined their group. He handed off a drink to the woman and she smiled.
No, he wasn’t gay. It was obvious that she was his girlfriend.
The DJ changed the mood to some upbeat music and several guests hit the dance floor. I ordered another drink and observed as them as they danced. Mr. Blue Eyes was a good dancer. And you know what they say about men who can dance…
A good-looking man who had the audacity to ignore me?
Now, that was a challenge that I was ready to tackle…literally.
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