Page 94 of Fake It For Love (Faux Love)
CLAIRE
Ifanned my face with my hand. “I’m going outside to get some fresh air!”
Norah was shaking her ass on the dance floor without showing any signs of slowing down. The woman was a machine. All those spin classes were paying off for her. She was the Energizer bunny. I headed out front and took in a deep breath.
“Hot?”
I whipped around and saw a man leaning against the side of the building. “Yes, it’s a little warm in there.”
“You’re here with the bachelorette party,” he said and pulled away from the wall.
“I am,” I said. “Were we making a scene?”
“You all looked like you were having a good time. That’s the important part, right?”
He was just a little too close. I stepped back. “Yes, we are having fun. I should probably get back in there.”
“Don’t let me chase you away.”
“You’re not,” I said. “I just needed a quick breath. I’m good.”
“Where are you from?” he asked.
“New York.”
“You’re not the one getting married,” he said.
“Not today,” I replied.
“Lucky for me,” he said and tried to touch me.
I pulled away. “I’m going back inside.”
“Dance with me.”
“No thank you,” I said and pulled open the door.
I felt like I was being pursued. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy. He just wasn’t my guy. If he would have approached me a month ago, I would have felt flattered to dance with him. “What’s your name?”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You’re an attractive guy, but I’m engaged.”
He slapped a hand over his chest. “No. You wound me.”
I spotted Norah at one of the tables our group was occupying. “Sorry. Good luck though.”
“I wish I would have spotted you first!” he called out.
I was laughing as I walked away. Norah heard the man yell and looked up from her drink. “What was that about?” she asked.
I sat down and ordered a drink from the waitress who was making the rounds. “Oh, you know, just out here breaking hearts.”
“Damn, girl, you’ve got all the boys chasing you.”
“I don’t want all those boys,” I said. “I want just one.”
“And I think you’ve got him locked down pretty well,” she replied.
“He’s not locked down,” I said. “Not officially.”
