D.N.Burton

Fatal Attraction

I watched him from across the room. Everything about him was just perfect. Perfect smile, perfect physique. Just too good to be true. I observed as he worked the crowd, smirking as he maneuvered through the group of women that had surrounded him. It had to be a pain to be that attractive. He finally broke free from the ravenous tendrils of available women. I watched as he slid into a seat at the bar, deciding that now was the time. Even though I hated to be a part of the drooling entourage of “desperate” single women, I couldn’t resist. I just had to get close to him.