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But her. There was something about her that had me captivated. Maybe it was her confidence, the way her smile stayed mysteriously on her face, as I stared. Or the fact that she was the first to speak subtly, “Hey.”

I took the few steps closer to her before I responded, apologizing for staring. “What’s your name?” I asked as I stood next to her.

“Mimi.”

I repeated that to myself before looking to her friends who were singing along to the song and hadn’t noticed me standing there, yet. “What’s the occasion?” I asked to her squinted eyes. “Or just partying?” She didn’t look like someone who’d be in the club for the hell of it. Her partying seemed like it had to have a purpose.

She looked beside her then back to me and said, “My friend’s promotion.”

I nodded my head before asking what type of work she did.

She pointed to herself and with a smirk, replied, “What would you say if I told you we were Instagram models?”

I half believed her because she was gorgeous and Instagram model worthy. Her defined curls could advertise hair products, and her smooth cocoa skin could be the face of any make-up brand. But I’d never actually met an Instagram model in real life. “So if I wanted to hit you up, I’d have to slide in your DMs?”

She laughed and her hand laid on her chest—her cleavage could have been the center of any bra campaign. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Bet.” I nodded before telling her I’d do just that. “Enjoy your night.” I walked to the other side of the bar and ordered the Vodka for VIP and another round of shots for Mimi and her friends.

I walked back to my office with my phone in hand, cursing myself because ‘sliding in her DMs’ was just a phrase I heard my brother use. I wasn’t even on social media—Tina handled the marketing account for the club and I only saw posts she showed me.

But if Mimi was an Instagram model, then Instagram was where I needed to be. I downloaded the app to my phone and as I sat down behind my desk, I figured out how to create an account and started scrolling through pictures.

“Shit,” I mumbled when I realized sliding in her DMs wasn’t my only challenge. Finding her on Instagram was the first hurdle. Time was wasting and my frustration was growing as scrolling seemed never ending. I finally turned to the security cameras, hoping Mimi was still in the same place near the bar, but she wasn’t.

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