Copyright 2013, Ava Catori
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This story contains sexually explicit material. Every character involved in sexual situations in this story is intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not
“Sticky Sweet, is that you?” He was coming in quick and there was nowhere for me to hide.
I cringed, and found the courage to paste a smile on my face.
My date had abandoned me for the bar, and was talking politics with some old guy. Yes, I was blown off for a senior citizen and a discussion on politics. Only now someone from my past had just spotted me, and I desperately wanted to disappear and not be seen. It was too late.
I recognized his face, but more than anything he was the only one to call me that. It was a name from my past, one I was trying to forget, but there he was in all his glory recognizing me at the absolute worst moment.
My past came crashing into me, and all I could do was hope to fade into the background, only it wasn’t working. Ryan Gentry stood before me with a sense of awe.
“I thought that was you. What are you doing on this side of town?” He seemed genuinely happy to see me. “And look at you,” his eyes took in my body, and a low whistle accompanied his thoughts. “That dress looks amazing on you.”