This was Randall Mercedes, and he wanted me. For a one-night stand or was he talking about something more? Did I care? Not at the moment. I just wanted fresh air and a little bit of time to absorb everything. Randall joined me, leaning an arm on the iron railing. I couldn’t help but stare at his almost-nudity. He would’ve made an amazing and highly demanded stripper. But I would’ve settled for him being my private stripper. Let’s be honest. I would’ve settled for anything he wanted to give me. I wasn’t afraid to admit, if only to myself, that I’d been smitten with him for a while. I just never thought I had a shot in hell with him. Randall turned to face me, keeping an arm on the railing. “I’ve been interested in you for a while. You just always seemed to be with someone.”
“Not since your
