The dark-haired girl reached out her hand to mine.

“I’m Alex.”

“Terrance.”

Alex was actually slimmer than Candace and taller. She was closer to what the runway would want to see. Candace was just more outspoken.

Alex then moved on to Judi.

Judi took her hand and gave her name.

“I guess you already know my name,” Candace spoke up again.

I smiled, right before Vinny Blues called my name over the microphone.

“We got my man Terrance Mitchell in the house for the ladies who love a GQ man. You don’t see a whole lot of GQ men walking around, so make sure y’all give him love out there tonight. Mr. T,” he called out from behind his DJ booth.

That really got the eyes of the club crowd swinging in my direction. I had always managed to get my share of attention in a crowd, based on my appearance alone, but the timely shout out made me an instant babe magnet.

“I guess I better get out of your way before they trample me,” Judi commented. I couldn’t call it a joke, because she didn’t appear to be joking. However, Candace and Alex laughed at it.

I was trapped in my emotions for a minute, but then I reverted to what I had been trained to do; I chilled. I was used to camera lights, crowds, and women hollering and hooting, so the Miami party crowd was nothing new to me. You just had to wait until they all got it out of their systems. Then you approached who you wanted to approach.

“So, are you used to that yet?” Alex asked me.

I grinned knowingly. “Yeah, I’m used to it. Are you?”

Judi looked away from us and seemed bored with it all. I was counting the minutes until she would decide to leave.

I had become a natural with women. I can’t say I always had them, I just can’t remember anymore when I didn’t.

Judi looked at me and frowned. She knew I was ready to turn it on. I was in that environment. What did she expect me to do?

Alex said, “I don’t get it all like that. Now Candace, she’s the one who gets all the attention.”

Candace started laughing, but I didn’t believe all of what Alex was saying. She was gaming me. I was sure she got her share of attention, she was just quieter, which probably meant she was more crafty. In her sly way, she was basically telling me to choose her instead of her extroverted friend.

“So the guys don’t often look at you, huh?” I teased her to test my theory.

Candace protested her friend’s game.

“Aww, man, that’s bullshit. She gets ’em. She gets the good ones.”

Now that I could believe. Men of higher caliber generally liked women who carried themselves with a little more tact. We prefer women who open up in private, and usually only for us. It was an exclusivity and ego thing.