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the fact that he even wanted to go out
with her.
    “Great. How’s tomorrow?”
    “I’ll check,” she said, clicking her mouse onto her
schedule. “Looks like I’m open.”
    “Want me to pick you up, or should we meet
somewhere?”
    “Let’s meet at Dalton’s. It’s a deli down the street
from my office. Is noon okay?”
    “Perfect. See you then, Abby.”
    “Okay. Bye.”
    She smiled widely as she hung up the phone, resting
her chin on her hands. Though she knew it couldn’t go anywhere, the prospect of
seeing the Greek God again filled her with nervous excitement.
     
    “You look nice today,” Marla said, admiring Abby’s
dark purple sleeveless dress.
    “Thanks. I’m sort of having lunch with someone
today.”
    “Sort of?”
    “It’s nothing. He asked, and I didn’t want him to
feel bad, so…”
    “So you dressed up in a gorgeous dress and some fuck
me heels,” Marla said, raising an eyebrow.
    “These are not fuck me heels,” Abby said, glaring.
“Trust me, I own a lot of them. Wear them three nights a week, in fact.”
    “So who is this guy?” Marla asked, perching on the
side of Abby’s desk.
    “He’s a Greek God.”
    “Nice.”
    “He’s the doctor who treated my Mom in the ER Monday
night.”
    Marla’s mouth dropped open.
    “A doctor? Go, girl.”
    “He’s really nice. I think we could be friends,”
Abby said.
    “Why friends?”
    “Because I’m a stripper,” Abby said in a tone that
implied it was obvious.
    “So what? You’re not a prostitute, Abby, you’re
supporting your family as a dancer. And if this guy has a problem with it when
you tell him, he’s not worthy of you.”
    “He already knows.”
    “Good,” Marla said, smiling. “Have a nice time. Take
a long lunch. And come tell me how it went when you get back.”
     
    Abby scanned the rows of booths at Dalton’s,
searching for Chris’ blond hair. When her eyes fell on him, he gave a small
wave and she smiled. He stood as she arrived at the booth and she felt a wave
of anxiety. He wore a gray t-shirt and worn jeans, and he looked good.
    “Hi,” he said, smiling nervously. Abby wondered what
a tall, strikingly handsome doctor had to be nervous about. Surely not lunch
with a stripper.
    “Hi,” she said, sitting down across from him.
    “You look really pretty.”
    “Thanks.” She blushed at the compliment. Men roamed
every inch of her body with their eyes at the club, but Chris’ look felt
different somehow. More intimate and appreciative.
    “So you work two jobs?” he asked.
    “Yes. I used to work at – do you want to hear the
whole story?”
    He nodded eagerly.
    “I got a business degree from DePaul. My senior year
I did an internship at Frederick Wilson, an investment firm, and they hired me
when I graduated. But when one of the partners saw me working at the club, I
got fired. I had a lot of trouble finding another job, but I eventually did, at
Case Publications. I’m an assistant to an executive there. It doesn’t pay much,
but I do it for the health insurance. Dancing at the club is how I make money.”
    “Hi, I’m Brianna and I’ll be taking care of you
today,” a bubbly, blond waitress said. “Can I start you with some drinks?”
    “Coffee,” Chris said. Brianna smiled sweetly at him.
    “Water … Hey, I thought you worked nights,” Abby
said as Brianna left the table.
    “I do. Five nights a week, six sometimes.”
    “Were you off last night?”
    “No, I’m off Saturday this week.”
    “When did you get off work?”
    “I left at eight.”
    “Why aren’t you asleep?” Abby asked, surprised.
    “I don’t need as much sleep as most people. My
residency cured me of that.”
    “Do you like being an ER doctor?”
    “Most of the time, I love it. It’s always something
different. I was planning to be a surgeon but I got hooked on emergency
medicine in med school.”
    “How old are you?” Abby asked.
    “32. How old are you?”
    “24.”
    “Are you ready to order?” The