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CHAPTER 2

Who Are You?

Michonne felt her strapless bra slipping. While talking and shooting the breeze with Sasha, she completely forgot her surroundings and automatically put her hands under her breasts and gave her chest a little body shake, wiggling her shoulders to help move them back into place. Sasha giggled at her friend's uncouth mannerisms and murmured, "Gurl, you do understand you're not a home?"

Michonne burst out with a loud laugh, "I know but my bra is slipping and I don't want my boobs to fall out." She finally got them back to where they were comfortable and that's when she looked over and saw intense blue eyes behind dark-rimmed glasses, staring at her. "Oh, shit."

Sasha whipped her head around to find out what her friend was looking at.

Michonne held her breath as she took in the beautiful specimen with a lean and tight body resting against the wall. He had dark wavy hair, brushed back from his forehead. A few loose curls broke away to hang down along his temple. She felt the urge to walk over there and push them back in place.

After she broke away from the mesmerizing gleam of his azure eyes, her gaze latched onto the handful of curls hanging on the back of his head that reached his too-tight collar. His dark, fully trimmed beard made her fingers antsy to scratch with her nails.

He stood there staring back, paused with his drink partway to his mouth.

Sasha watched them stare at each other, his gaze stuck on her friend who happened to still have her hands on her breasts. "Uhm, Michonne, maybe if you take your hands off them titties, that guy would stop staring at you."

Michonne's head swung from the handsome stranger to the hands still holding up her boobs. "Oh, right." She dropped them and then turned her body in embarrassment. "God, he's gorgeous. This is so embarrassing. Is he still looking over here?"

Sasha had already turned back and snickered at her best friend, "Sure, he's gorgeous for a dork that stands against walls in a bar. And, no. He stopped looking as soon as he got caught watching you." She slapped a hand on Michonne's forearm, startling her, "Speaking of gorgeous. Do you see that tall, dark and oh my… handsome Manny, floating our way?"

Michonne's head was still down, so she peeped through her eyelashes and checked out the direction Sasha's bold ass was pointing. "Please, stop calling men 'Manny'." She saw a tall, ruggedly good-looking dude with black, curly hair, strutting their way. He had on a dark suit and she had to admit, from the tightness of his pants, the boy was packin'.

Reluctantly pulling her eyes away, Michonne whispered, "They're not sex objects, you know."

Sasha blew a raspberry, "Whatever, this one looks yummy. Quick, quick… I want to get his attention. He's getting ready to walk right past us."

Always ready to help a friend, Michonne sat on the stool next to Sash and reached into her purse, "Here, take this handkerchief and drop it in front of…" She didn't get to finish her sentence because her wild friend stuck her foot out and tripped the poor man.

Michonne whispered furiously at Sasha, "You were supposed to drop the hanky on the floor in front of him, not trip the guy!" They both dropped down to help him up.

They were reaching for his arms when Sasha whispered back, "Worked, didn't it?" She began wiping the non-existing dust off his jacket and then his pants, giving fake apologies.

'You's a sneaky bitch, Sasha.' Michonne thought it, but she didn't say it out loud for fear this guy would hear her and mess up her friend's little game plan.

The man let Sasha brush her hands all over him without a complaint, "Nah, no problem. It was an accident. I'm fine. Is your foot okay?"

Michonne slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. This guy was no dummy. He knew Sasha tripped him.

After the awkward brushing was over, he held out his hand. "My name is Jordan. Nice to meet ya. What's yours?

Sasha's eyes darted to Michonne in panic.

He caught the look, "Come on now, we've had our hands all over each other. No need to be shy now."

Michonne agreed, "He's got a point."

Sasha suddenly turned into some shy little bird. For Michonne, it was a jolting sight to see. "I'm Sophie and this is my friend, Daphne. I'd like to apologize again. I didn't see you there and I was about to stand up and head back to our seats."

Michonne gaped at Sasha's blatant lie. 'Why are you giving him fake names?'

Only Michonne noticed out the corner of her eye when the stranger by the wall, made his way over to where they were standing. Starting to feel nervous herself, she kept her head toward her friend, giving her the evil eye for lying.

Though she was expecting it, she still jumped when a deep voice with a southern lilt intruded, "Are you giving these beautiful ladies a hard time?" The man used a finger to adjust his glasses while he clapped a hand on Jordan's shoulder.

Jordan chuckled, "Nah, not yet." He winked at Sophie slash Sasha, "she has to buy me dinner first," he said with a shit-eatin' grin.

Michonne couldn't believe her eyes when she watched one of the toughest chicks she knew, blush and giggle. 'What's happening to my girl?'

She, however, was hyperaware of the man standing to her side. She breathed in deep his cologne that was tangy, yet fresh smelling. She closed her eyes with a sigh, as she took it all in.

Sasha was the first to come to their senses and remembered their manners. She held out her hand to the blue-eyed stranger, "I'm Sophia. That's Daphne and you are…?"

Rick opened his mouth to speak when Shane interrupted, "That's my buddy, Alfred."

The ladies didn't notice how 'Alfred's' hand squeezed the shit out of Jordan's shoulder.

Michonne put on a brave face and turned her body fully toward 'Alfred'. "It's nice to meet you." She held out her palm for a handshake.

Instead of shaking, he grasped her fingers lightly and lifted them to his lips, "A pleasure to meet you, Daphne."

All Michonne could do was stare. As soon as his soft lips touched her fingers, she felt her heart start pounding and became a little out of breath.

Sasha and Shane stopped their bantering to watch the two move closer as they stared into each other's eyes. It's as if the world disappeared around them.

Rick's eyes roamed all around from her sparkling locs to her parted lips, ruby red and glossy under the warm lights of the lobby. His gaze traveled down along her long, beautiful neck to the sharp and creamy curves of her bare shoulders. He became mesmerized as he felt himself falling into iris' of deep brown.

Michonne felt heated from his evaluation and lost herself watching his azure blues traverse her body, the small pursing of his soft, pink lips when his gaze came back to stare at her mouth.

It was only until she saw her reflection in his lens and found herself unconsciously leaning in to grab a taste did Michonne snap awake. "Oh..."

Clearing her throat, she politely but quickly pulled her hand from his grasp and took a small step back. She gave a sigh of relief when another man walked up and broke up this unusual meeting.

The man smiled brightly when he spoke, "Hey, the other guys are back in their seats. Are you ready to head back?" Jordan was about to introduce him, but the young Asian man stuck his hand out between the two groups and did it himself, "Hi! I'm Glenn and I work with these guys. How are you liking the show so far?" He asked cheerfully.

Michonne caught the quick roll of Jordan's eyes when Glenn introduced himself.

Just then the lights began to flicker. A signal meaning the second half of the show was about to start. Michonne couldn't help but return a smile just as bright, his was so addicting, "It's nice to meet you, Glenn. I'm, ah…" She forgot her damn fake name.

Sasha bumped her with a discreet elbow, leaned in and whispered Daphne, before smiling at Jordan.

Michonne rolled her eyes, giving Sasha a promise to kick her ass when she got her alone, "It's Daphne and this is, uhm…"

Sasha pursed her lips and growled, "Sophie."

Michonne laughed, "Right… Sophie. So far I love the show and Yanna is perfection."

While they chatted Rick and Shane both shot glares at c-blocking Glenn. Rick thought of his next step to seeing Daphne again.

"Well, it was nice meeting you all, but we really need to head back to our seats before they lock the doors on us or something." Michonne wrapped her arm around Sasha's and pulled her toward the stairwell leading to their box seats. She threw back a, "Enjoy the show, gentlemen," before pushing a fussing Sasha up the stairs.

Shane poked Rick in the arm and gestured to them before they disappeared. Coming out of his fantasy fog, Rick yelled out, "How about we meet for drinks after the show? I'd like to know more about you, Daphne."

Shane chimed in, "My leg is starting to hurt. You owe me dinner, Sophie."

Glenn laughed at their antics and left to join the other co-workers.

Sasha turned back, "What do you mean I owe you dinner?"

Michonne pulled her back around, "Come on, we're gonna be late." To the men still standing by the bar, "We'll meet you two back here after the show."

Rick nodded in satisfaction, "I can't wait." Shane smirked as they watched the one named Daphne pull Sophie up the steps until they disappeared from view.

Shane head toward their seats, "I have a feeling Sophie is gonna be a firecracker and her and that white dress of hers is gonna tear my shit up. She already fucked up my leg," he laughed.

"Hmm…", Rick stood in the same spot, daydreaming about the woman he just met. Her big, beautiful eyes, her full red lips, and a smile that brightened the entire room. He so looked forward to getting to know her better. It was until Shane shook his shoulder that he was brought out of his stupor. "Shane, you are gonna have to do some serious damage control and tell them our real names and you'd better have a good explanation, too."

They both walked toward their seats and Shane exclaimed in false outrage, "Hey, you could have spoken up."

Rick laughed, "Yeah, I could of, but I didn't. It's all your fault because you started this shit. I'll make sure Daphne knows it. I'm sure she'll forgive me. Sophie, however, will probably kick your ass."

Rubbing fingers through his curls, Shane agreed, "She probably will, and I'll probably enjoy it."

Rick just shook his head and counted down the time when he could head back to the bar and speak with Daphne again.

Michonne and Sasha had just made it to their box seats when the lights went down, "Sasha, when we meet them later, you are going to tell them our real names and you will take all responsibility for lying to them."

"We don't need to do that."

Michonne turned toward her, "Why not?"

Sasha leaned close so their neighbors wouldn't hear, "Because, after tonight, we probably won't see them again. They certainly don't run in our circles. They're probably some rich executives. We'll have our fun tonight and go back to our regular lives tomorrow."

Michonne chuckled, "If you call what we do regular, then you're crazier than I thought."

"That's right, we are regular and tonight, just be somebody different… be Sophie and Daphne and we are going to fuck these men and turn their asses out. Just for tonight. Okay?"

Michonne thought about it for a moment, "Alright, just for tonight. We'll be young, single and stupid." She might have lied to her friend but Michonne tried her best not to lie to herself. There was no way she could pull off a one-night stand with that man.

Her phone chirped, telling her she got a text message. She gave a sigh of relief after reading it. She gathered her purse, "Our stupidity will have to go on the back burner, we gotta go. Just got a message from Ezekiel. There's trouble at Messie's and he's shorthanded. Tyrese is by himself."

Sasha stood up with her, "Where the hell is Mike and Gareth?"

"Apparently, they called off. Uncle E said they have a huge crowd and a few of them are getting rowdy," Michonne said pulling on her coat.

When they made it down the stairs, they stopped at the spot where they stood just twenty minutes earlier, "What do we do about Jordan and Alfred? If we leave now without speaking to them, they won't know how to get in touch with us."

Putting away her phone, Michonne pulled out her keys. "Like you said, this was only going to be a one-night thing." She looked longingly at the door where the men would have gone to go back to their seats. "They were cute. Maybe it's better this way. If it was supposed to happen, it would've happened. On the other hand, we probably are saving ourselves from getting into a lot of trouble. Come on, we can't let Carol and Uncle E down."

They both made their way to the parking garage and got in Michonne's car, "We can head straight to the club and get out of these dresses since we have clothes there to change into. Your brother better not say shit to me about wearing a dress."

Sasha clapped her hands, "You know he's going to since he's never seen you in one. With no Manny for me, I'm glad we're going in tonight. I can take it out on some dumb ass drunk. And, you miss lady get to work off some of that steam between you and Alfred. Gurl, do you realize you two looked like you were about to fuck each other right in front of us? Y'all's damn heat made me even hornier. You think E will let me get in a few punches? I need to work off this Jordan juice."

Michonne laughed, "Sasha, I don't know what you're talking about. I admit, he's an attractive man and sure there was some chemistry. However, that's all it was, and it doesn't matter now since I'll never see him again. Just do your job tonight. Get the rowdies out the door. If they're civil, we call them a cab. If they act up, we call the police. If they really don't cooperate and you get in a few silent jabs, I won't see a thing."

As soon as Yanna sang her last note, Rick hopped out of his seat before anyone else. He made his way back to the bar to wait impatiently for Daphne and her friend to come down. While the second half of the show went on, Rick planned his next move. First, he was gonna make Shane confess that he lied, then he was going finagle his way into getting Daphne alone, so they could finish what they started. He loved his best friend but tonight he's gotta kick rocks. If he's lucky enough, he can solicit the help of Daphne's friend Sophie to keep Shane occupied.

None of his plans will work though if the name lying thing kicks them both to the curb.

Ten minutes later, Shane, Glenn and the rest of their co-workers wrangled their way out past the crowds. "Dude, you took off so damn fast…" Shane copied Rick and watched the steps where the ladies would make their entrance. "They make it down here yet?"

Glenn and the other men came and gave their goodbyes. Rick and Shane barely acknowledged them.

Glenn lingered, "Hey, don't forget we have to go to that donating place on Monday morning."

Shane gave a sharp "Bye," without looking his way.

Rick just nodded, "We know. Commander Morgan has our whole week filled up with things to do for the Mayor. Enjoy the weekend, Glenn and get some rest."

Glenn laughed on his way out the door, "Poor saps."

They stood there until the crowd thinned out and still no sign of Sophie and Daphne.

Shane slammed his hand on the bar, "Where are they?"

Rick pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eye, "Maybe they're in the bathroom. I don't know."

"You think they stood us up?"

"Who's to say, maybe they know who we are and know that you lied about our names. Why did you do that, by the way?"

Reluctantly turning from the steps, Shane looked sheepish and shrugged, "I wasn't thinking. Maybe I thought this would be some one-night stand thing and it wouldn't matter if they knew our real names or not. Now, I'm not so sure it was the right thing to do." He pulled a stool out and placed his elbows on the bar.

Rick put his hands on his hips and shook his head and sighed, "No, probably wasn't." Rick pushed his glasses back, turned away from the stairs and sat dejectedly next to his friend.

Shane clapped a hand on Rick's shoulder and gave him a little shake, "Look at it like this…they were probably too high-class for us anyway. If we're supposed to meet again, we will."

Rick wasn't so optimistic, "Whatever, I doubt we'll be going to the opera again anytime soon. If I didn't know you for as long as I have, I would hate you. That woman might have been the one for me and now I'll never know."

Shane sniggered, "It's like that, huh? You do realize you're a cop and you can do a search for a person using only a single name? We do it all the time. I'll tell you what, if you really want to find her, I will conduct it myself and keep your name out of it."

They stood to make their way toward the parking garage. Rick reached and opened the glass doors to walk out, "Maybe you do it all the time," he said as he held it open for Shane to walk past. "You would do this search strictly for me or are you gonna be searching for the intriguing Sophie, too?" Rick chuckled as they reached his car.

Shane opened the passenger side of the car and got in, "Hell, if I'm gonna do something illegal, might as well go for broke and make it worth my while."

A/N: Thanks again and I hope you had a good time reading about their antics. Rick missed his opportunity. What do you think he's gonna do?