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Get to Know You Better

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            New York was a big place. It didn’t take a genius to figure that it was nearly impossible to run into the same person twice. Especially if you’ve had drunken sex with said person. And he also happened to be famous.

            But I was too drunk to know he was famous, and we were too busy to talk about our careers.


            It was a rare occasion to have the night to myself. My nine-year-old was with my parents for the weekend so I had two nights to relax. Or at least, I did, until my friends decided they wanted to take me out. It was tough being a single parent and it didn’t help that I had James at nineteen. While my other friends were just getting married or thinking about kids, I had already gone through nursing, potty training, the terrible twos, and hundreds of other milestones. At times I felt like I didn’t quite fit in but nevertheless, I had a good time with my friends.


            “What the hell is this?” I held the neon pink drink up to the dim bar lights.

            “I don’t know, it had some stupid name. Does it matter?” My best friend, Isabel, asked.

            “I guess not.” I shrugged and took a sip. “It’s super sweet.”

            “Well, it probably still has a lot of alcohol in it. I thought you wanted to get tanked.”

            I laughed and shook my head. “ I never said that. I said I wanted to go out with you guys, not get tanked.”

            Isabel just took a sip of her drink. “Same difference. Oh, fuck.” She grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

            “What?” I just barely kept my drink from spilling.

            “Jesus Christ, that man has to be a model. What even is he?”

            I scanned the crowded bar but wasn’t sure who she was talking about. “Where?”

            “Leather jacket, of fucking course he’s wearing a leather jacket. He’s by the high tops.” She pointed him out.

            Once I caught sight of him, I physically felt the air leave my lungs. “Holy…”

            “Right?” Isabel giggled. “Too bad I’m taken…oh wait, my ultra-super-hot-best friend isn’t!”

            “Oh, God no. He deserves a supermodel girlfriend, not someone like me.” I shook my head and set my drink down on the bar counter. “I’m flattered though.”

            “Bullshit, he looks sweet. He would probably kill to have a woman like you.”

            “A woman with a nine-year-old?” I raised an eyebrow.

            “Like a man has never wanted to date a single mother.” She rolled her eyes at me.

            I glanced back over at the man for a second and sighed. It was a nice daydream but I lived in reality. I went back to grab my drink and take a long gulp. “I need something stronger,” I muttered.

            Isabel gasped. “He’s looking at you!” She squeaked.

            “What?” I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, his eyes were on me. “He’s probably looking at you.” I dismissed.

            “No way, those eyes are locked on you, my dear.” She giggled. “Go talk to him!”

            “That’s fine, he’s probably busy.”

            “Busy at a bar?”

            “You know what I mean. Leave me alone.”

            “I will if you talk to him.”

            I groaned and threw back the rest of the pink drink. “I don’t…”

            “Too late, he’s coming to you!” Isabel squealed. “You look hot, remember that!” She snatched her drink in a hurry and abandoned me by the bar.

            “Wait, I…” I felt my stomach tie up in knots. I hadn’t flirted with a guy in years. I tried the online dating but decided I was looking in all the wrong places. Maybe I just needed a win. If it was a one-night stand then so be it.



            In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of me, talking to me, and looking dead at me. I couldn’t dispute it anymore. He was interested in something.

            “Hi.” My voice sounded a bit alienish out loud.

            “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

            My heart beat a little faster when I saw he was even more attractive up close. His dark hair looked so soft and his eyes were gentle. He had a sharp jawline and had a bit of stubble on his chin and cheeks. I imagined how it would feel against my skin…

            What the hell? Uh, keep it in your pants.

            I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yeah, sure.” I tried not to let my eyes wander and take a scan of his whole body. I had no doubt that it was just as perfect as his face was.

            He sat where Isabel was sitting at the bar. “I’m not taking your friend’s seat, am I?” He asked.

            Polite too? Unreal. “No, she probably went back to the group.” I waved off his concern.

            “Oh okay.” He nodded. “I’m Sebastian.”


            “It’s nice to meet you, Gabrielle.” He smiled more and waved over the bartender. “You can put her on my tab.” He said.

            “Oh, no…” I shook my head.

            “It’s fine.” He assured me. “I want to get to know you better.”

            I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I wasn’t sure if anyone had said they wanted to get to know me better. “Okay…”

            “Sorry, if that’s coming on too strong.” He laughed softly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just…you know when you see a person who you think you might click with?”

            I nodded. “Yeah, I think I know what you mean.”

            “I guess that’s what I thought when I saw you.” He shrugged sheepishly.

            “Well, I’d like to get to know you better too,” I replied softly.

            He smiled warmly. “Alright, how ‘bout another round and we’ll begin?”


            Getting to know each other turned into drinking a lot. Which turned into dancing. Which turned into heavy hints about what we both wanted to do.

            But he seemed hesitant like he was waiting for something. So I decided to throw him a line. As we danced, I stood my tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

            “Want to get out of here?” The age-old words that meant ‘let’s go have sex’.

            “Yeah, let me pay.” He said and let his hands slip from my waist.

            In my tipsy state, I suddenly realized I hadn’t had sex in a good four years. The last time had been with a man I thought would accept that I was a single mother. I turned out to be wrong. I usually was when it came to relationships.

            Almost in a panic, I rushed over to my friends. “I’m going to go fuck that guy.”

            They squealed happily. They seemed a little more intoxicated than I was. “Oh sweetheart, I’m so happy for you.” Isabel grabbed onto my shoulders for balance. “Listen, listen, listen. You give him the good stuff, okay? Let your wild side show.” She slurred. “And you call me with all the info tomorrow morning.”

            “Okay.” I started to turn.

            “Wait!” Isabel clumsily dug through her purse. “Here.” She handed me a condom. “Just in case he’s fresh out.”

            I felt my cheeks burning as I stuffed the package into my purse. “Thanks.”

            “Wait, wait!” She grabbed more. “He looks like he’s got some good stamina.” She started tossing more at me. “You better be prepared for a long night, sweetie.”

            “Stop, oh my God, why do you have so many of these?” I exclaimed and decided to leave before Sebastian saw my best friend throwing condoms at me.


            We figured out that Sebastian’s place was closer and took a cab. He didn’t waste any time and started kissing me in the backseat.

            I felt a thrill I hadn’t in such a long time. Feeling his hand on my cheek as he parted his lips. The hairs on my neck stood up and it was almost as if his touch sent little electric sparks right to my toes.

            The ride to his apartment seemed too short, but I knew that wasn’t the end of the night. If I was lucky, of course.

            We rode the elevator up to his floor and I was finding it difficult to keep my hands off of him. Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one and he pressed me up against the elevator wall. Our kisses got more frantic as the car climbed up the floors.       Finally, the doors opened and Sebastian took my hand, leading me out to the hallway. He cursed a few times as he fumbled with the lock. I giggled and tried to wait patiently. After a few tries, he unlocked the door and let me inside.

            I grabbed him by his shirt, too full of lust to be polite. Sebastian didn’t seem to care and he took my face in his hands to kiss me deeper. We stumbled over ourselves a bit as we found the couch.

            I’d already managed to get his leather jacket and shirt off, while he was too busy kissing me. I straddled his hips on the couch, breaking the kiss.

            “Holy shit.” I blurted as I saw his abs. “I knew it.”

            He smirked and reached up to return the favor, getting rid of my dress.

            And for a moment, I wasn’t the responsible woman who always thought of her son first. I was being reckless for the first time since I was nineteen. I knew I would regret it the next morning, but in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t even care.


            It wasn’t a surprise when I woke up with a massive hangover. I grimaced and pinched my eyes shut for a few seconds. When I opened them, I found myself in a luxurious bedroom. I was twisted in some silky sheets with Sebastian’s arm around me. I glanced over and discovered he was just as beautiful in daylight. And when he was asleep too.

            He didn’t look even close to waking up. His lips were parted, his hair was tousled, and he snored quietly. I stifled a laugh. As much as he looked drop-dead gorgeous the night before, it turned out he was equally adorable the morning after.

            But I couldn’t stay long. Although it wasn’t said out loud, I knew it was just a one-night thing. It was probably lucky that he was still asleep; I could leave quietly and take the walk of shame back home.

            I gathered my things, putting on the dress from the night before. I walked out into the rest of the apartment and was pretty surprised. I hadn’t noticed for a second that I was in such a high-end place. I realized he must have been a model or at least a really good-looking business guy. For a second, I thought about how nice it would be to raise James in wealth like this. But I was kidding myself.

            I let Sebastian a note, thanking him for a good night, and left. I was dead wrong to think that was the end of it.


            “Mom…that’s the guy from Captain America.”

            “Who…oh God no.”