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The voluptuous woman reached my table and gave an appealing look to all three men. They were already famished with her blonde hair and gargantuan blue eyes. She had tanned skin that made her look Brazilian and to finish of her perfect look, freckles ran across her petite nose. My curious eyes were trying to spot an imperfection on her body. The words my mother used to tell me as I was growing up, “Nobody’s perfect Helen”, ran through my mind. Only this time, I doubted this well-known saying. My boring brown eyes ran up her long legs, past her revealing navel, to the top of her hair. I started to touch my hair that looked like a ball of yarn while imagining my fingers touching her soft, wavy hair. I have never really cared about the physical aspect of girls but everything about this particular bombshell was an exception. “ So, let us get back to the discussion on the Nike logo. Guys? Earth to you men,” I could not get their attention. They were figuratively wrapped around the blonde’s little pinky. My voice would have been a little a louder, in fact it should have, but my self-confidence at this point was low. As usual, I let the three men—or boys—stare in temptation to the girl I soon started to adore as well. Originally, the three boys and I came to this business party to discuss business. Although you may think a business party is a door to socializing and talking about how your kid Tommy did the cutest thing, this particular “party” was the complete opposite. My partners and I have just signed a deal with Nike Air.
Approximate Word count = 1082
Approximate Pages = 4.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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