For the past five nights I’ve been back to that same little club. Four of those nights Lily went with me, but tonight she’s not. She actually had a date with a guy that works in the same building as she does. She works at a mental health office and he’s a gynecologist. I figure that will come in handy if I ever have any female problems again. Hopefully a doctor will not run off and tell my mother about it.

So because Lily is out on a date, I’m on my way to the club by myself. We haven’t seen my cowboy again for the past few nights. I figured that I would have seen him last night since I felt like complete shit but I didn’t. I searched the club, dance floor, everywhere and there was no cowboy.

Thankfully it’s Saturday night and he’s here, drinking his Sex on the Beach and waiting for me. Right. He probably doesn’t even remember me. Lily says I shouldn’t have some fascination with a guy that I barely spoke to but I honestly can’t stop thinking about him. It’s not my fault that Daniel left. We could have continued to have a relationship without getting married.

As I walk into the club, I notice that it’s packed once again. One of the bouncers watches me as I walk by and I just roll my eyes at him. I hate it when guys I don’t like checked me out. I looked up at a huge digital clock that was near the ceiling that said 10:43. I sighed, knowing that I couldn’t stay too late because I had to be at the office by ten in the morning. It didn’t matter that it was a Sunday. I have to show some new designer around because my father has a golf game. Who needs to take business more seriously?

“Sex on the beach?” the bartender asked as I smiled, nodding my head. I guess in a way that’s sad that he remembers what I’ve ordered every night this week. I was thinking maybe my cowboy would ride back up once again and throw me over his saddle. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” I replied, lifting my drink up to take a sip. I sat down on a stool, crossing my legs and looked down at the silky sky blue sundress that I was wearing. Maybe I looked like I was trying to hard. Maybe my cowboy saw me, knew I was waiting for him and left, running back to Texas or Alabama or wherever it was that he was from with that accent.

Then a song came on – a dance remix of Britney Spears’ song “Everytime”. I smiled, looking at my drink. Daniel, for some odd reason, loved that song. He was fascinated with Britney and if she had ever given him the time of day, he would have possibly left me for her. Before I could even crack a smile, remembering a conversation we had once, I felt someone looking over my shoulder.

“Is that a Sex on the Beach?” a southern voice asked as I froze. It was him. I turned my head slowly to see him standing there. This time he didn’t look so classy and hot. He looked more like a thug, or at least like he had been playing sport. “What? You don’t like how I’m dressed?”

“Well, you just look different than last time,” I replied, looking back at the dance floor. It was almost as if he was reading my mind. “You look like you’ve been working out or something?”

“I was actually down at the beach,” he whispered, leaning towards my ear. “My friend and I just decided to stop by for a quick drink before heading home.”

“Oh your friend lives with you?”

“Yeah, we share a place,” he said, pausing. “It’s a guy.”

“I didn’t say anything. Why would I be wondering about something like that?” I asked shyly. “I don’t even know you.”

“Well excuse me,” he said, stepping in front of me. He took my hand and looked into my eyes. I was gone. He could have taken me to the beach, the bathroom, anywhere he wanted right then and I would have obeyed his every command. “I’m Nick.” He leaned down, kissing the top of my hand lightly and all I could do was smile in return. “And you are?”

“Erin,” I replied, moving my hand back to my lap. He smiled, looking over at my drink and then back at me. “Yes, to answer your question before, I’m drinking it again. It’s my favorite drink.”

“Sexy.”

“Sexy?”

“Definitely,” he said, smiling at me. While the bartender was asking did he want something to drink, I just stared at him. His oversized t-shirt and jeans were kind of sexy even if he looked like he should belong in Compton. “I decided that I don’t need a drink,” he said, smiling at me. “I’m not staying much longer.”

“What’s the rush?”

“Tired, I need some sleep. This week’s been busy with moving and I’ve got another long day tomorrow,” he said as he looked around. “I’d give you my number if I actually had one to give you, but I haven’t gotten my cell or home phone situated yet.”

I sighed. I didn’t know whether I should give him my number or not. I rarely gave my number out to strangers, much less men that I meet in a club or bar. “Here, I’ll give you my cell number,” I said, grabbing a napkin. The bartender handed me a pen and I could feel his eyes on me as I wrote my name and phone number down on it. “Here you go.”

“Thanks, I’ll call you tomorrow or the next day. Like I said, tomorrow’s going to be pretty busy, but I’ll find a phone somewhere,” Nick said, folding the napkin to put in his wallet. “It’s good to meet new people here, especially a pretty woman like yourself.”

He was really trying me now. “So where are you from?” I asked, obviously becoming nosey and wanting to find out more information about my cowboy.

“Dallas originally but I went to college and all in Miami,” he said as his friend came by to tap him on the shoulder. “That’s my roommate. Listen, I’ll call you as soon as I can alright?”

“Okay,” I said, smiling as I watched him walk towards the entrance. I was in complete awe, or lust – whatever it was, I liked it. Now I knew his name. It was Nick and he was from Dallas. He went to school in Miami which probably explains the love for Sex on the Beach and the beach period since he lived in Miami. Before I could even stop thinking about him, I felt someone touch my arm. I looked back up to see him standing there, smiling at me. “I thought you were leaving?”

“I decided to stay,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, my roommate told me you were hot and I should stay so I decided to stay.” I laughed. At least he was honest. I like that. “So you want to dance?”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” I replied as he shook his head at me. He practically grabbed my hand, leading me out to the dance floor. I just stood there for a moment, watching him. I wasn’t a dancer at all. I could dance in the bedroom if you know what I mean, but not on a dance floor.

“Here,” Nick said, putting his hands on my hips. “Loosen up a little.” I looked down at his hands and started to move my hips the way that he was showing me. He smiled up at me, before moving a little closer. “See, like that, it’s easy. Dancing’s not hard.”

“Who are you? John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever?”

“Well my mother made me take dance lessons when I was a kid until I began to rebel,” he said, putting my arms around his neck. I laughed at him and started to feel a little turned on by the way we were practically grinding against one another. From the way I had been thinking about my cowboy lately, maybe my problem with having sex lately had to do with Daniel and not myself. Maybe I just didn’t want to have sex with Daniel? Maybe it was a sign that I needed out of that relationship?

“You know, you should be a model,” Nick whispered into my ear as I smiled. “Anybody ever told you that?”

“My father has a few times but I’m not interested in it,” I replied, looking him in the eyes. “Why? Want me to model for you sometime?” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. I hadn’t been this flirty since at least my freshman year of college. Maybe it was just this wild streak coming out in me after being free of Daniel for so long. Plus the fact that Nick had the accent and looks to go along with the wild streak.

“Now what would you be modeling?” he asked as he moved his hips closer to mine.

“A dress… a skirt, maybe a nighty…,” I said bravely, biting down on my bottom lip. Before I knew it, his lips were just inches away from mine. I could feel his breath on my lips and I wanted to taste his. “Come on.”

I grabbed his hand, leading him off of the dance floor. I stopped, looking around to see the ladies room and looked back at him. He looked a little confused and frankly I was too when I led him into the ladies room and saw that nobody was in there. I reached over, locking the door and before I knew it, his lips were pressing against mine. He backed me up against the wall, kissing me deeply.

I had never done anything like this before and I didn’t know why I was starting now. The next thing I knew, I was reaching down to unbutton his jeans and he took his lips from mine, staring at me. Oh no, I had done something wrong. Did Cowboy Jr. not like to be touched?

“We don’t have any protection,” he said. I looked around him to see a tampon and condom machine on the wall. I nodded toward the wall and he practically leaped over, trying to put money in it. I stood there watching him and looked over to see myself in the mirror. I was looking pretty damn good, better than I had thought.

“It’s out of order,” he said as he looked back at me. “The men’s bathroom.”

“Go see, I’ll hold the door,” I said, letting him out. I stood at the door, peeking out when a girl walked up to me. I told her I had gotten sick all over the bathroom and we were waiting for a janitor. There was no way I was letting her in this bathroom. I hadn’t felt this sexual in weeks, hell months, and I was bound and determined to feel that way again even if I didn’t know Nick well enough.

“They’re out,” he said as he walked back up to the door. I let him back in and locked the door back, looking at him. “They didn’t have any,” he said, smiling.

“Well, maybe we just got a little carried away,” I said, crossing my arms. “I never did anything like that before, you know, with a total stranger in a bathroom of all things –“

“Yeah, me either,” he said, walking up to me. “I should probably really go now. I think I have a problem to take care of.” I laughed slightly, watching him as he leaned down to give me a little kiss. That small innocent kiss turned into a longer, deeper kiss and finally I backed away from him. “You better go. You’ve got a long day ahead of you and I have an early wake up call.”

“I’ll call you,” he said as he opened the door to walk out. “Bye Erin.”

I almost giggled at myself, telling him goodbye. I loved the way he said my name with that little touch of a southern twang. I was smiling like a little school girl who had just received her first kiss. I almost felt a little guilty because it had been just a little over a week since I told Daniel that I wouldn’t marry him.

Maybe leaving Daniel was what I was meant to do. After all, if I hadn’t, I would have never come here and met Nick. I guess all things do happen for a reason. Now I just can’t wait until I see him again and I’ll definitely make sure to have a supply of condoms on me.