Work was great. Beautiful people every night. A bartender at one of the most exclusive nightclubs in the city, and pay and tips was not bad at all, bu... money did not bring creative flares or speak to the soul. Lately, the endless line of one-night stands had become fruitless as well and there was no want in him to delve into the ‘darker’ side of sexual desires and adventures. All he really wanted was someone to love. To bring an emotional connection to his heart, mind, and soul.**He saw her. Did James think about her? Did he miss her? Did he even wonder where she was?After that scene at the hospital Angela had decided that she had to leave. She needed time to heal her wounds, to forget about Nick, to think about the baby and about James but she never expected to miss him so much."Come on girl! Get a grip! You stayed with James only for three days, you cannot possibly feel that way", she thought to herself.The phone rang and it startled her. Who could that be? Who knew she was. McKinley looked at her as if he were considering doing so for a moment. Then he gave a heavy sigh, “Shall we go?”Grace let him take her arm as he led her to his limo. He helped her inside and then made a point of sitting right next to her. He laid a hand on her knee and asked, “Would you like some champagne?”Had this been a typical first date, she’d have removed his hand instantly. But since this was anything but typical, she pretended she didn’t notice and answered, “Yes, please. That would be. The right one was here somewhere. She just had to find her. Linda moved to the bar.That's where Linda found her. She was superb, a short Philippino girl with long, straight hair streaked with blond highlights and pouty, bee-sting lips. Her skin was smooth and a perfect mocha color. And Linda saw much of that perfect skin. Her prey wore only an orange leather corset that lifted and compressed the woman's tight, medium sized breasts and a matching skirt that barely covered the graceful arc of her.