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like to drink. She instantly flinches once Dorian looks up at her to order our round of beer. All she can do is nod in response and retreat to the bar to fetch our beverages. She doesn’t even ask for ID, and I know I look young for my age. She’s obviously flustered, and I chalk it up to his captivating glacial stare and smoldering good looks. But when she returns with the beer, I catch a hint of fear in her stance. She looks down, attempting to avoid eye contact, her small mouth fixed into a tight, rigid line. Her hands wring her small black apron until her knuckles are white. Suspicion nags at the back of my head.
    “Um, an ex of yours?” I ask once the waitress is out of earshot. I casually wave my hand in her direction. Dorian tears his eyes from mine and momentarily glances at her. She almost cringes under his gaze.
    “No, I’ve never seen her before in my life,” he shrugs. I’m not going to argue with him. He has no reason to tell me anything; we’re practically strangers. I let the subject drop to avoid humiliation.
    “So, Dorian, what is it that you want to know about me?” I ask, and then take a long sip from my beer. Ah! Refreshing.
    “Everything,” he replies in a feathery breath. Then he smirks with nonchalance, no doubt toying with me by ignoring my earlier demand. “But I’ll start with your hobbies.”
    “Ummm. I actually don’t have any, really.” It’s the truth, sadly.
    “No hobbies? So there’s nothing you enjoy doing?” Dorian seems intrigued. He tilts his head to one side as if he’s trying to figure out the secrets hiding behind my hazel eyes.
    “Well, when the weather is nice, I like to be outdoors. You know, just soakin’ up the rays. I like to hike I guess, though I’m no hardcore hiker with gear and stuff. Other than that, there’s just not much to me,” I chuckle, nervously. I know how unintelligent I must sound but being this close to Dorian, close enough to smell the captivating scent of his cologne, makes me anxious to say the least. “What about you?” Anything to steer the conversation from me.
    “Oh, you know, the usual. Reading, sports, movies, music,” he prattles. “So when you aren’t out hiking, what are you usually doing?” He's really not going to let me off the hook.
    “I’m a college sophomore by day and a lowly, underpaid retail clerk by night,” I joke. “And when you aren’t seducing young women in clubs and hanging out in coffee shops all day, what do you do?” I hope he’s not put off by my playfulness.
    “Seducing young women in clubs? Who are these women you speak of?” he grins back at me. Whew. Intimidatingly gorgeous and a sense of humor? Pinch me.
    “Oh, you haven’t counted all those pairs of panties that every chick in that club was throwing at you last night? Or did you lose count?” I snicker. Dorian returns my crass remark with a bemused expression, his brow furrowing for just a moment. “I’m kidding! Really. What do you do?” Maybe I shouldn’t scare him off with my vulgar behavior just yet.
    “Hmmm,” he smiles slyly. “I’m in Law. But I’m taking a little break. Thinking about a career change.”
    “Law, huh? So like a lawyer? Impressive.” Let’s just add brilliant to his list of attributes. “How old are you anyway?” 
    Dorian looks deep into my eyes with such intensity I can feel the electricity radiating from them. The sparks sizzle through my veins, making a direct path to the pit of my stomach. It feels as if I’ve swallowed a handful of Pop Rocks. Then the sensation sinks down South, turning from a fizzle to an aching throb. I catch myself before I reflexively put my hands between my legs to coax my raging desire. I squeeze my thighs together alternatively.
    “Twenty five,” Dorian says. His lips twitch before spreading into a cunning smile.
    “Huh?” I’m dumbfounded.
    “You asked my age. I am 25,” he replies. Snap out of it, Gabs! My face is red hot with shame. Somehow I think he