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what?”
    “Then I’m gonna… I don’t know, Kennedy. What should I do?”
    I thought long and hard, providing the only answer that came to mind. “I’m… not the one you should be asking. In fact, I’m probably the last person you should be asking.”
    She brushed me off. “Oh that’s right. You have the perfect future husband, with the perfect ass engagement ring, and the perfect happily ever after. You wouldn’t know the struggle if it bopped you on the head.” My initial reaction was along the lines of “fuck you, jealous bitch” , but I held it in for the sake of the night. I was supposed to be celebrating, not engaging in an argument with the only “friend” I could get out of the house.
    So instead I teased, “I’d probably recognize it then, but you know what? That’s beside the point. If you need a place to stay or whatever, you know you always have a couch at my crib.” I was really only offering it out of respect, not because I actually wanted her crazy ass staying in my apartment.
    “Thanks, Kennedy. That’s why you’re my girl,” she said, clanking her glass against mine.
    I was just getting ready to put my straw to my lips for another long drag when I heard, “Kennedy?”
    I turned around and had to tilt my head back to find his eyes.
    Mistake #1.
    Bryson’s eyes were beautiful; so beautiful that I already knew what color handkerchiefs I wanted to use to complement his dressier ensembles.
    Stop it, Kennedy!
    “Mr. Harris! Hi!” I piped out nervously, standing to give him a handshake under Chloe’s watchful eye. I certainly didn’t want her to get the wrong impression.
    “Kennedy, please. Bryson is more than fine,” he replied, totally ignoring my extended hand as he pulled me in for a quick hug.
    Damn, he even feels good.
    “ I’m … I’m sorry. Hi, Bryson. I like your outfit, but we have to get this shoe situation under control. I mean, tennis shoes again? You’re better than that.” I couldn’t wait to have full reign over him.
    I mean… his wardrobe choices .
    “Damn, girl. You aren’t on the clock tonight,” he said with a laugh that rumbled all over my skin. I was embarrassed for more reasons than one, but mainly because of the way my body kept reacting to his every move.
    I looked down at my own shoes as I pushed out, “Oh. Right. I’m sorry.”
    Again.
    “And quit being so sorry. You’re right. I didn’t have to wear tennis shoes. But I guess that’s what we’ll be paying you for, right?” He completed his sentence with a swipe down my bare arm that gave me tingles instantly.
    Mistake #2.
    I tried to focus on something other than my burning skin as I pushed out, “Right.”
    “Hey, why don’t you and your friend come up to VIP with us? The sound is better and the drinks are free.”
    Though I knew I probably should’ve stopped with the first long island, drinks on my boss’s tab didn’t sound like the worst idea in the world.
    “We’ll come!”
    Wait what?
    I looked over to Chloe who was already standing up, smoothing out her form-fitting dress with her eyes glued on the guy behind Bryson.
    Bryson looked between the two with a goofy little smirk before directing his attention back to me.
    “Cool. Let’s roll then.”
                 
                 

Bryson
    “You can’t possibly be this quiet all the time.”
    I figured Kennedy was pretty reserved, but her bangin’ ass outfit completely contradicted that persona. The way her dress was fitting in all the right places gave me instant thoughts of being able to see what kind of body was hiding under it.
    But her energy… that read more like a shy, Catholic school girl.
    They did use to say those girls were the biggest freaks though…
    I watched as she licked her lips nervously before she replied, “I’m sorry. I was just… listening to the music.”
    “And will you quit with all that sorry talk? Don’t be sorry for doing what the hell you wanna do.” She nodded her