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As I leave the restroom, I nearly run right into someone. Looking up, I see that it’s Melinda Drake.
“Oh, I’m sorry Melinda. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I say politely.
“You did it on purpose!” She screeches at me.
“Whatever.” I say, starting around her but she blocks my path. “Can I help you with something else Melinda?” I ask with frustration.
“I want you to stay away from Taylor. He’s not the man for you.” Her announcement stuns me for a moment.
“Are you being serious right now?” I cross my arms waiting to see what she says next.
“He and I are meant for each other.” She throws her hair back over her shoulder. “We both come from similar backgrounds.”
“I come from the same fucking background as you Melinda.” I roll my eyes, trying once more to walk around her but she blocks me yet again.
“Not really. Your parents cut you off years ago. Why exactly did they do that anyway?” She smiles evilly. “Besides, he can’t seriously be attracted to a woman who lives the way you do. Around that biker trash.” Her nose wrinkles up on her face.
“You don’t seem to have a problem with that so called biker trash doing your little stupid ass tattoos. I mean really? A fucking puppy?” I laugh at the look on her face knowing that I know about her latest tattoo.
The more I think about it, the harder I laugh as I walk away leaving her behind me. The bitch is seriously insane if she thinks a man like Taylor would ever want her.
Looking over my shoulder to where I left her, I see a man I’ve not seen around before in deep discussion with her.
As I walk back into the ballroom, I forget all about Melinda as I seek out and find the sexiest eyes in the room. And they are looking directly at me.
Smiling as I walk towards him, never breaking eye contact, I feel my entire body heat up at the thought that he looks at me as if I am the only woman in the room.