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Chapter 3

Keira still trying to get the scoop out of the girls gets distracted by Alex walking in the door. Alex was wearing a tight-fitting black top that showed off her girls a bit, layered by a caramel-colored leather jacket. She had fitted jeans and super cute bootie boots that made her look taller than she really is. For a petite thing, she really did have a nice figure, but she worked hard at it. She worked out so she could eat and drink what she wants when she wants. Alex walked in with confidence and looked directly at the bartenders; Jeff and Josh to say hello, and then turned her attention directly to Keira. Alex loves her bartenders; she loves bartenders period. Alex always said nothing was better than getting greeted by a tall, delicious old or young man, offering to service you at the bar. She said it’s the best kind of relationship. They are expecting to make your drinks and you are expecting to pay. It was a WIN, WIN! There should be no surprises, and having a nice man deliver those services, is a bonus. Lady bartenders are fine, but of course, Alex would rather flirt with a guy. You know the saying don’t eat or shit in your pool, or sandbox, whichever one prefers to play in; Alex had the same rule, no dating the bartenders anywhere she likes to frequent because if the relationship goes sour, she cannot go back to that bar or at least not for a while. Even though Josh and Jeff are tasty-looking there is no way she is going to jeopardize the comfort zone of Oscar’s. It is no secret that Jeff and Josh fantasize about being in one of Alex’s sex stories, but it will never happen.

Alex has been waiting all week to see Keira. Even though all four ladies do happy hour once a month, sometimes Keira and Alex get together just the two of them. Alex can’t wait to be with Keira and fill her in on everything she is doing, or who she is doing. Even though there is a huge age gap; Alex and Keira have a lot in common, they have both been devastatingly hurt by a man and refuse to ever feel that sort of pain ever again.

Alex

Alex, short for Alexandra is 33-years-old. She is a petite blonde. Her hair flows to the middle of her back; she’s pretty with defined features. She has amazing blueberry eyes that pop. Alex says they are “brilliant” whenever she gets compliments on them, and laughs and says, “That’s what it says on the box anyway.” Naturally, her eyes are brown, Bambi brown; don’t shoot me, Bambi brown eyes, to be exact. No one knows why she covers them up with blue-colored contacts but regardless, the brilliant blues are mesmerizing on her.