Author's Note: Okay, so, so, so sorry that it took so long for me to get this up! Well, I kinda had writer's block and it wouldn't go away! All righty, anyhow! So many thanks to all of you guys who reviewed! I love you!! Yeah, you're all probably freaked out now. Well, I also wanted to thank my friend Cody, who gave me some very constructive criticism, and of course Liz who's been there for me all the way! I hope you guys like this chapter, and please review! Okay, I'm gonna stop ranting now and get to the chapter!

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Chapter 3

Stacy's convertible corvette zoomed down the road as she blasted the music on her radio. Her golden blonde hair flew in the wind and reflected all the magnificent city lights with it's shine. Excitement gripped at her as she giggled to herself and thought, "I can't believe it! I finally get to meet him!"

Then it hit her. The smile that was there an instant ago disappeared, and confusion settled on her beautiful face.

Stacy hadn't the slightest clue who she was looking for. Or for that matter, who was looking for her.

"Damn," she murmured under her breath.

She slammed her heel onto the brakes and the car slowly came to a stop as the light in front of her turned to a glowing red. Hearing loud music coming from the building to her right, Stacy figured that had to be the place.

"I guess common sense comes in handy every once in a while," she said to herself with a slight smirk as she parked the car in the open spot nearest to the entrance. The blonde stepped out of the car and attempted to pull her skirt down a little, but wasn't too successful.

"Oh, whatever," she threw her hands up with forfeit.

She strutted down the pathway to the bar in her five inch pink heels, which perfectly matched with her soft pink, glittery butterfly top that exposed her slim stomach and showed a bit of cleavage. Her short black skirt clung tightly to her hips then flared out slightly with a few pleats towards the bottom. Her black purse, which she carried in her right hand, had her initial written on it in pink, of course.

Stacy gazed with comical amazement at the sign that hovered over the doorway, in front of which she was standing. "The Club," she read aloud, and then giggled. "You have got to be kidding me. Well, ya definitely gotta give 'em points for originality!" She took two steps forward and pressed her hand against the clear glass door.

As the door swung open, a gust of cigarette smoke came rushing at Stacy's face, making her choke.

"Ugh, how disgusting," Stacy whispered as she straightened her shoulders and walked towards the bar. She sat down on a tall, black stool and spun around to face the bartender, who was drying a shot glass at the time.

"What can I get you, darlin'?" he said as his eyes wandered over her exposed figure.

"Um, I'm waiting to meet someone here, but while I'm waiting," the young blonde paused for a mere second, "I think I'll just have a margarita."

"Comin' right up," replied the blonde male with a modest smile decorating his handsome features.

When Stacy got her drink, she had a few sips of it, no more than a taste. So many thoughts kept rushing through her mind about this mysterious stranger, when someone tapped her on the shoulder, making her whirl around in her chair, nearly spilling her margarita. The bright multi-colored lights almost blinded her, and she suddenly noticed the loud music blaring through the giant speakers on the opposite end of the building. Stacy shaded her eyes, in attempt to protect them from the light, only to see her girlfriend and fellow diva standing beside her.

"Hey! What's up?" Lita screamed over the deafening music.

"Oh, hey Li! You scared the hell out of me a second ago, sweetie," Stacy smiled as she pulled Lita down onto the chair next to her own. "I didn't expect to see you here," she began, "but, um, I was wondering if..." the blonde said as she squinted her eyes and glanced around the dance floor.

"If what, Stace?" Lita glanced at her friend for a split second and asked, "Hey, is everything okay? Where's Scott?"

"Well, I don't know and don't care where Scott is right now. He's not here, that's for sure. And, now that you mention it, yeah, something is kinda bothering me," was the blonde's response.

Lita placed a comforting hand on Stacy's shoulder and soothingly asked, "What's wrong, honey?"

Stacy shifted slightly in her seat and looked directly into her friend's eyes. Lita returned her gaze, and cocked her head intently to her left, somewhat sympathetically, expecting dreadful news.

"Um... There's this guy," Stacy began, her energy building, "and he's, like, been leaving me flowers, notes, cards, and all kinds of stuff. But oh my God Lita, when I walked into my room yesterday afternoon, and, like, everything was covered in rose petals and roses, and there was a bubble bath set up for me with candles and everything!" For a single moment, Stacy was back in her hotel room, surrounded by the intimate vanilla scents and flowers. And for that short time, she had truly felt...

...Loved and wanted.

The redhead's joyful screams snapped Stacy out of her trance. The excitement had been evident in Stacy's voice and her shining eyes when she had been speaking about her secret admirer, and Lita all but fell out of her chair with enthusiasm. She was in front of the blonde jumping up and down like a teenage schoolgirl. "Oh my God, oh my God! Stace! Girl that is so pimp! You should totally hook up with this guy!" Lita squealed, but then paused for a split second and questioned confusedly, "Wait a minute, who are we talking about here?"

Stacy's response was a mere shrug. She didn't know any more about this stranger than Lita had been told. "I don't know who it is, but his note said he'd be here tonight," the young blonde startled Lita when she began to laugh and giggle. "Hold up. Did you just say 'pimp'? Exactly how many drinks did you have before I got here?"

Both of the girls laughed, until the leggy blonde saw the goofy look on her girlfriend's face. Lita smiled naughtily and leaned over Stacy's shoulder and whispered in a sing-song tone, "I think someone's got a secret admirer!"

Lita picked up Stacy's margarita off the counter and took a drink, but as she brought the glass down from her lips, she froze in place and her eyes widened. Stacy watched her best friend with bewilderment and was about to spin around in her chair to see what Lita had been looking at, but Lita's hand flew to her shoulder and pushed her back.

A wide grin slowly spread across the redhead's face as she stared at the confused blonde and answered the question expressed by Stacy's eyes.

"There's a hot guy back there, and he's looking right at you!"