“Wait,” Henry said, hand out to stop me before I shut the door in his face. “You’re coming to the end-of-summer party in the building lounge on Saturday, aren’t you?”
“Nope. No way, man. Last year was the worst it’s ever been. I left with punch all over my shirt from some bimbo who kept pushing her sloppy breasts in my face. And the guys who tried to get into my pants were beyond desperate, even for me. Forget it. Not happening.” I tried to shut the door again, but he wouldn't budge. Man, he was strong.
“No, wait. Listen to me! It’ll be different this year, promise. We've got fresh meat in the building—new guys just moved in, third and fourth floor. They'll love you."
"They'll love you, you mean," I countered. And why wouldn't they? Tall, movie star gorgeous, and the perfect man I would never have.
Henry ignored me. "Okay, I'll make you a deal. I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you turn up on Saturday night. Are you down?”