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    Man, college seemed like ages ago—not just five short years ago. Rory was the only friend I made worth keeping. As soon as he graduated with his Business and Hospitality degree, he moved back to Charleston to take over one of his dad’s hotels. So my party-animal, crowd-surfing, best friend was now the general manager of one of the five-star, old-fashioned hotels in downtown Charleston.
    Rory can handle the job. He exudes charm and has a mind for business and marketing. He however has the title of general manager, but he’s really a glorified bellman. Rory’s dad, Reginald Briar Carlson Sr., doesn’t trust him to handle anything, other than luggage and dinner reservations for tourists. It’s sad really, because the hotel has that air of history that tourists love, but does need the updates and innovation that Rory would bring to the table. His dad won’t hear of any of it. Yes, Rory is getting a big fat paycheck, but his ego is taking a demotion.
    “Wanna sandwich?” Rory asks, as we enter the hotel’s large, dilapidated kitchen. The place is definitely in need of some updates and a few stainless steel appliances. Despite its age, the hotel offers the finest cuisine and guest services, complete with all the upscale amenities. I sound like a goddamn advertisement for the joint.
    “Seriously, do ya have to ask?” I say, grabbing the bread from the shelf.
    “I don’t understand,” Rory admits. “Why don’t you just bring her here, wine her, dine her, and—”
    “Don’t finish that sentence!”
    “Dude, I was just going to say ‘and see where it goes.’ Relax man, I’d never disrespect your woman,” Rory states.
    “She’s not my woman,” I argue again. “Plus, I don’t think she’s a hoity-toity kind of girl. She wouldn’t fall for this shit.”
    “Fuck. All girls fall for this top-shelf romance. This is the shit that makes their panties disappear into thin air,” Rory boasts as he spreads mustard all over both of his sandwich buns. “You bring her here, and you’re in a honeymoon suite by midnight and ‘getting her outta your system’ by 1:00 a.m. guaranteed,” Rory challenges.
    “I’m not bringing her here,” I finalize, adamantly. “I just want to be with her. Talk to her; just ya know, hang out,” I admit. Rory raises his eyebrows at me, questioningly.
    “Okay fine, and nail her after that,” I relent. Rory’s fists pump in triumph. He’s really had a problem with my newfound chosen abstinence. Abstinent Dre is much different than the Dre he went to college with.
    “Do you hear yourself?” Rory questions. “Saying shit like ‘talk to her’ and ‘hang out.’ Dre, you’re kidding yourself. This ain’t just about fucking some bitch and sneaking out an hour after she dozes off.” Rory takes a bite of his sandwich, smearing mustard on the sides of his cheeks. Maybe his dad’s right; maybe a little refinement wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
    “She’s different. That’s it. Total physical attraction. Nothing more, Man, I swear,” I say, wondering whom I’m trying to convince.
    “Alright buddy, nothing more, got it,” Rory says, rolling his eyes. “Hurry up and eat, I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes with the board of trustees; whatever the fuck that means.”
     

     
    “Little late getting back from lunch, eh?” I ask as Kathryn gets out of her car.
    “I didn’t realize my stalker was keeping track of the time clock,” she says, uncapping her lip-gloss.
    Fuck. She is not going to put that on in front of me. Don’t do it. Don’t. Don’t. Aww fuck, she is. The stick thing glides over her bottom lip, layering her lip in a thick, wet shine. Holy shit. I can think of quite few other things that I’d want to trail over those sexy lips.
    “Hey Dre, cat got your tongue?” Kathryn asks, winking at me. Well, well, well, what do we have here? Kathryn Howell is flirting with me. This is a strange turn of events.
    “No Ma’am,