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Jayne walked into the Tao Nightclub a few minutes later. The last thing she wanted to do was put a damper on the men’s fun. She scanned the room as quickly as she could, looking for remnants of Rich’s bachelor party. Though she had never met the groom, she knew several of the men who would have attended, including Emmy’s two brothers and cousins. No one looked familiar, so she slipped into a free seat on one of the upholstered benches. Two men were a couple of cushions away, and she considered making eye contact and trying to strike up a conversation. Her pussy quivered when she imagined what it would be like to have two lovers at one time. The passionate kiss the men leaned forward to exchange soon broke up that fantasy. With a sigh, Jayne forced herself to look away from the strangely arousing display, not wanting to be a peeping Tom. As she glanced across the room, her gaze collided with a set of piercing green eyes. They seemed to hold her spellbound, and she couldn’t break free from his stare. As the man the eyes belonged to raised his glass to her, she smiled a bit uncertainly in return. He looked tall, even seated, with wavy brown hair, a nice tan, and smooth, handsome features. His body looked lean and honed under the dark suit. That man could have his pick of any woman in the place—and there were several hotties still partying—so it seemed unbelievable that he could really be flirting with her. She tried to dismiss the moment and let her gaze slide away. What she had deemed flirting might not be anything more than drunken friendliness on his part. It was just one of the many frustrating things about men. Jayne had no idea how to properly read their signals. A server approached, and she ordered a Cosmo from the tall, skinny woman. After she’d left, Jayne continued to look around the room, suddenly feeling out of place. The largest woman might have been a size six. The go-go dancers were probably in the negative sizes. It wasn’t a place for a woman who preferred Ben & Jerry’s to Jenny Craig. Jayne attempted to shake herself out of her funk in the few minutes it took for her waitress to return with the drink. She knew she was being too hard on herself. Size eighteen wasn’t that large. Most “normal” women wore a size twelve. She knew all the statistics, but spouting them didn’t do much for her. “Don’t be such an idiot,” she said aloud, but softly. “I am a beautiful and special woman.” The litany felt ridiculous on her tongue and had never worked. It had originated with the fifth counselor her stepmother had taken her to as a teen in order to help her find the emotional roots of her excess weight. Jayne could say it all she wanted, but believing it was another story. Casually, she completed a circuit of the room, slowly letting her gaze return to the spot where she had exchanged glances with that hot man. Her tummy dipped with disappointment when she saw he had gone. So much for that imagined interplay. “Is this seat taken?” With a blink, Jayne jerked her gaze upward. It took every ounce of control not to let her mouth gape open when she saw the man from across the room now standing in front of her. He was taller than she had guessed, but just as athletic and sexy up-close. Reflexively, she looked to her left and right to make sure he wasn’t talking to someone else standing behind her. Slowly, she nodded. “It is?” He frowned, looking genuinely disappointed. “My apologies.” As he started to walk away, Jayne found her voice. “Um, wait…the seat is free.”
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