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I park in my spot at After Dark. Zach and I got back from San Francisco a day earlier than expected. The return was quite troubled, because of a lot of turbulence on the flight. And Zach was a lousy traveling companion. He barely opened his mouth to talk, all the time paying attention to his cell phone. Just to make matters worse, our bags ended up on the treadmill on the other side of the airport.

I got home, took a quick shower and put on jeans and a black T-shirt. I was late, so I didn't even shave my untrimmed beard. A week away from the bar left me quite anxious. And, I must confess, I’m hopeful to see the hot blond singing tonight.

I get off the bike, a BMW 1600 GT. I'm not the flaunting type of guy, but when After Dark started to thrive, I allowed myself the luxury of investing in the bike of my dreams.

I walk through the parking lot and, as I approach the door, I hear the first chords of “Come Away With Me” being played on a guitar. I open the door and I'm surrounded by a hoarse voice that's singing.

I feel a shiver from head to toe. I look at the stage and see the silhouette of the blond in the video, swinging in front of the microphone to the same slow pace of the song. I feel dazed, like never before... Or rather, as I feel when... My subconscious pushes away those thoughts and I center all my attention on the blond.

She moves on in the song and I feel trapped. I can't look away, and I can't stop myself from moving further to get any closer to her.

It's like I'm being pulled by an imaginary rope without being able to look away from the stage. She's even more beautiful live. She’s fair-skinned, her body is breathtaking, with a thin, marked waist and breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands. She subtly turns to the side, turning her back slightly to me, and I see the perfect butt emphasized by the deep neckline of the dress.

I feel numb. As she sings, her voice seduces my senses, and all I can see in my thoughts is her image, lying on my office desk, naked, whispering this maddening song in my ear.

I hear the champagne burst open and try to remove that thought off my head. Stop it, I scold myself. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I go to the bar counter, trying to regain control. I wave to the bartender, and all of a sudden I realize Ju's not at her post today.

"Justin, where's Julie?” I ask the bartender, who doesn't take his eyes off the blond on stage. He moves his chin forward without saying anything. I hear the blond sing. This woman's voice is driving me crazy that I can't even think straight.

I turn myself to the stage again. She holds the microphone and her lips pout a little, whispering the song.

I feel excited. A whole lot. Rather more than that, I'm overwhelmed by the seductive magic of this woman's voice. As if I were a mermaid at sea, her singing surrounds me and I barely realize that I'm walking towards the stage.

That moron Alan plays the final chords of the song and the blond whispers Come away with me ending the song. She turns towards me, opens her eyes, smiles and... Holy shit!

It's Ju!