Read Write On Press Presents: The Ultimate Collection of Original Short Fiction, Volume II Page 27

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  Tonight. Tonight it would happen. He would finally get the chance to talk to Jessica Roberts.

  “Armstrong, get your ass in gear.” The words snapped Nick back to reality and he moved towards the kitchen. Yeah, right; and pigs will fly. The odds of him ever talking to Jessica Roberts were small, but the odds of her even looking twice at a waiter were zero.

  She was too damn perfect. Just looking at her mingling with all the movers and shakers of Brighton made his gut twist with desire. The curtain of dark silky hair, the tanned legs that went on for miles, and that air of confidence that was such a turn on. That and the fact that she seemed totally unaware that she was the hottest female on the planet; it showed in the unaffected way she moved and talked to people. She gave every single person her full attention, as if she were really interested in each word coming out of their mouth. She was really here. At the auction that he just happened to be working tonight. The princess daughter of the mighty Senator Roberts was almost close enough to touch.

  Nick’s lips twisted in a bitter smile as he grabbed a tray of drinks. Nope. Give it up. Jessica Roberts was way out of his league. Not gonna happen in this lifetime.