“Your place or mine.â€? the sexy temptress asked confidently, releasing his hand.

“Mine will be fine.â€? He loved the rhyme. His confidence was building.

“Are we keeping this purely anonymous, or do you, like, have a name?â€?

“Parker. And you are?â€?

“April.â€?

Long luxurious legs, scant clothing, sleeves cutoff at the shoulder magnifying the immanence of her perfectly smooth, slightly freckled arms. Her pushup bra made her breasts more apparent than a giraffe in a cage full of mice. Her scent, vanilla, reminded him of his first lap dance.

Parker wondered how he could have failed to notice her before this occasion. Every aspect of her was overtly sexual. He could not imagine a crowd in which she would not stand out. She nervously scanned the horizon as if she was worried she’d be discovered by the Paparazzi. Parker reached out for her hand and was quickly rebuffed.

“Let’s not mix business with pleasure,â€? she told him.

“A little pleasure?â€? He raised an eyebrow.