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What happened to him and Ginger? Where did she end up going? Was he really going to screw her in the bathroom, then sleep with me? Where the hell did he think
we
were going to go? Did he really think I was going to sleep with him?

I feel so dirty. Once he told me what he was thinking, I couldn’t stop imagining it. The way his body would feel above mine. My arms wrapped around those broad shoulders. But then I felt appalled and violated once I found out who he was. I couldn’t hide the shock, even if I had tried. The only defense I had was to put up a wall on my arousal and become a bitch.

What happened between Jax and me wasn’t his fault, but it was the best reason I could come up with. I couldn’t let him see how much his sexiness and use of words, was getting to me. And what was with that line about getting his dick wet? The look on his face said he didn’t understand it either.
Good!

I don’t know what is wrong with me. I have never been the kind of girl to swoon over a guy.

It’s disturbing.

I have heard stories about Slade from girls talking at Larry’s. How he treats women like they are just on earth to serve him sexually. But from the way he was talking, I think he wants to serve me, and I can’t help but imagine it.

The guy is hot. Like drop dead gorgeous, hot! I don’t know a man who wouldn’t use that to his advantage when it comes to getting girls in bed. What was he thinking when he realized who I was? And sorry? He had told me he was sorry before he even knew who I was. What is he sorry about?

I don’t want to keep thinking about any of it. I already had to live that nightmare with Jax and Bridgette once. Isn’t that enough? I need a distraction from thinking about sex on a stick and Jax. One is trouble, and the other is history.

My mind wanders off to when I first saw Slade in the bathroom, and all those crazy thoughts about what those big arms could do to me in the bedroom. Jax and I had a dry sex life. He always wanted it missionary with him on top. He didn’t like to give or receive oral sex. He said it never did anything for him. Blah blah blah. So when it comes to sex, I guess you can say I’m very inexperienced. I’m sure Slade could change that.

I take a deep breath. Thinking about sex is not a distraction. It is torture. What is with all the sex on my brain? Geez, maybe it is due to the glasses of wine from earlier. Or it could be that Slade is the hottest guy I have ever seen in my life.

I look up as the bartender, Joey, approaches me with my shots and places them in front of me. I pick up one and down it.
Shit! It burns!

When I set the first empty shot glass down. I feel someone place very strong, very large, hands on my hips. I stiffen, even though my body starts to hum with want, knowing who they belong to.

“Go away,” I say as I down the second shot.
Dang, that one burned just as much!
How many before they go down smooth?

“Tequila, huh? Who pissed you off tonight?” He removes his hands and sits down next to me with that smirk back on his face. I bet if I kissed him, that look of shock would reappear on his gorgeous face.

Pissed me off? More like has me turned on.

“Go look in the mirror.’’
Must stay bitchy.
He’s still smirking, but his eyebrows shoot up. “What do you want this time?” I can’t even look at him he’s so hot.

I down my third shot glass. Getting better. I’m praying he doesn’t start saying more things he wants to do to me. I don’t know if my body will be able to take it.

When he doesn’t answer, my curiosity gets the best of me. I look over to see he’s staring at me like he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

He looks over at the bartender. “Six shots of tequila, please.” He looks back to me. “I’ll have three with you.”

“Trying to get me drunk, Slade?” Well, joke is on him. I’m already there.

“I have a feeling you already are, Angel.” He lifts his hand, and slides a stray piece of hair behind my ear as he looks in my eyes. The touch is so intimate that for a moment we are the only two people in this bar. I hold my breath as I look into those baby blues. I can’t take my eyes away from his. My body is instantly on fire as if lit by a match.

“Angel?” I choke out.

He doesn’t say anything. Just drops his hand, and looks up to Joey as he calls Slade’s name and places all the shot glasses down in front of us. I want to take his hand in mine. I want him to touch me again.

“Life after you.” He lifts up a shot glass, wanting me to follow.

I lift an eyebrow, giving him a questioning look. “What kind of toast is that? Life after you?” I pick my glass up and clink it against his.

Once we swallow he goes to answer, but gets interrupted by a blonde who comes to stand between our bar stools.

“Hey, Slade. Guess what?” She giggles.

I roll my eyes.

“My best friend is in town for work. She said she would love to join us later. You’re going to love her. She used to be a gymnast, if you know what I mean.” She leans over and pulls his mouth up to hers, kissing him. It doesn’t last long. He pulls back, and looks at me wide eyed. Guess I’m not the only girl who can surprise him.

The blonde follows his eyes to me. “Oh hey,” she says like she just realizes I’m there. “I’m Megan. Who are you?” She extends her hand out to me.

“Sam.” I shake her hand, turn around and down my second shot, trying not to let anyone see how pissed off I am. The shots are getting much easier to drink.

What just happened here? And why am I so mad? Am I mad at him? Am I mad at her for interrupting our bubble we had going on? Is it because my body is begging for him to touch me again? Or is it because this is the second woman trying to get in his pants in a matter of minutes?

“So what do you think? She’s only in town tonight and tomorrow.” She sounds very whiny, but I’m sure he thinks she sounds seductive.

“Uh...” He clears his throat. “Yeah, sure. Tonight will be good.” He sounds unsure, though.

I refuse to look up at him as I hear the blonde squeal. “Yay! Ok, I’ll go call her and have her meet us up here later.” She walks off before he can say anything else.

I pick up my final shot and drink it. For some reason, that one burned. I thought they were getting easier? But this is why I came out tonight. I’ve never been much of a drinker except for wine. Well, I take that back, I pretty much stayed drunk off liquor my entire senior year after my dad died. But wine? I can drink a glass of wine every night.

I didn’t even want to come out tonight. Holly’s the one that said I needed to get out, have fun, and get drunk. Well, so much for the fun part.

“I’m…” He pauses. “Sorry about that interruption.”

I hear Slade’s voice talking to me, but I refuse to acknowledge him. Is that a good idea, though? He might take that as jealousy. Am I jealous?

Yes!

I’m going to have to fake it. I put a big smile on my face and look over at him. “No problem.”

He’s giving me a look I can’t explain and don’t feel like analyzing. It looks to be sympathy. Why would he be feeling that towards me?

“Isn’t that what you do anyway?” I continue to stay bitchy.
God, it’s so hard.
Since he touched me, I just want to lean into him. I want him to kiss me. I look up at his eyes and he looks hurt by my question. His brows are drawn together, and his beautiful lips are frowning.

I have to look away. I hate to be hateful and hurt someone’s feelings, but I’m not going to apologize for stating the obvious. I see he has two of his shots left. I lean over and take one. Hmm, that one went down much easier.

“How are you getting home tonight?” Guess he is going to ignore my question about sleeping with every woman who wants him.

I laugh lightly. Like he cares how I get home. I shrug my shoulders. “Does it matter?” I ask carelessly.

“Of course,” he says like it’s obvious.

I look back to him, and he looks at me wide eyed, like I’ve lost my mind. I look away.

“Did you drive here?’’
Oh, he’s good.

“Yes. Why, are you going to take my keys from me?” I look back to him and it is a mistake. All I can think about is kissing those lovely lips and running my hands all over his chest. I can’t help but stare at it. He still has those three buttons undone on his shirt, giving me a peak of his smooth sculptured tan chest. I can’t look away. He is so damn sexy, and the alcohol is starting to mess with my judgment.

“I’ll take you home.”

It isn’t a question, but I start shaking my head no. He slides his hand up the back of my neck and brings his face down to mine. I freeze, holding myself as still as possible, afraid I may lean in and kiss him. “I’m going to take you home, Angel,” he whispers against my lips, making a shiver run through my body.

“Uh...”

He is so close to me, and my heart is pounding in my chest. His eyes fall to my lips and I lick them.

I have got to get in control here.

I take in a deep breath. “I don’t need a ride from you.” I pull back and stand up from my chair, causing the room to sway.

“Whoa. Are you going to get sick? Maybe I should take you to the bathroom.” He stands up, trying to hold on to my arm.

Hell no!

He is not taking me back to the bathroom. I can’t be in a small room alone with him right now. “I’m not going to get sick.”
I hope
. “And you are not taking me to the bathroom,” I snap and pull my arm away from him.

I see him raise one arm up in the air and wave someone over. As I take a step and stumble, I decide to sit back down on the stool. How am I going to get out of here? What was I thinking? Not all the shots have hit me yet. I will for sure be sick before the night is over.

“Hey, Sam. What’s up?” I hear Holly’s voice, but really don’t feel like turning around to face her.

“Holly, how long until you guys leave? Angel needs to get home before she gets sick, but there is no way I’m letting her drive.”

Did he call me Angel again? And why did it sound so good coming from his lips? I’m trying to see, but it’s getting difficult, so I start to laugh. Everything is funny all of a sudden.

“What’s so funny?” I hear Micah ask from behind me.

I can’t stop laughing. “Your brother doesn’t think I can get myself home,”

I say to the empty shot glasses in front of me as I twirl my index finger in the air.

“I know you can’t,” Slade says matter of fact.

Whatever.
It’s his fault I’m drunk.
It is?
Yes, I decide I’m going to blame him.

“Why don’t you drive her in her car and we’ll follow you. Then I’ll bring you back here?’’ I hear Micah talking, but I don’t know who he’s talking to.

“Good idea,’’ someone says. Everything is fuzzy and disoriented.

“Where are your keys?” I finally turn to see what looks to be Holly with a sly smile on her face, holding her hands out. I just hand her my purse. What was that look about?

“Oh, wait. I need that back. I haven’t paid for my drinks.” I reach out for Holly, to grab for my purse, but Slade pushes my hand back down.

“I’ll get them.”

I look up at him. “I don’t need you to buy my drinks.”

“I’ll get them,” he snaps as his baby blue eyes land on me.

My heart rate picks up and I take a deep breath. I scowl at him, looking to Holly. I watch Holly give me a knowing smile while Slade pays for the drinks. I narrow my eyes at her. She loves that I am drunk right now, and I’m mad at myself for letting Slade affect me to the point that I consumed so much alcohol.

“Come on, Angel.”

I start laughing again.

“Bring her car around back. I don’t want everyone to see her stumbling out the front entrance.”

I hope that’s not Slade saying that.

“I’m going to help get you through the back exit, where your car is going to be waiting for us. Then I’m driving you home.”

He said it close enough to my ear that he gave me goose bumps. I couldn’t hold back that shiver that ran through my body. “What were you thinking drinking that much?” He starts helping me walk to the back entrance.

“You.” His sexy body, deep voice and cocky attitude were getting me too hot.

“Me? What about me?” He sounds amused as he wraps an arm around me. I can’t help but lean into him.

“You pissed me off, so I started drinking to get happy.”

Did I just say that?
I need to quit talking before I call him sex on a stick and try to kiss him. I laugh.

“Well I guess it worked because you’re laughing.” He gives a little chuckle.

Smart ass.

We become silent as we walk through the back door, and the night air feels so good on my skin that I sigh.

“What? Are you okay? Are you going to get sick?’’ He panics as he holds me a bit tighter.

“No, I’m just enjoying the fresh air on my skin. It feels so good.”

He doesn’t say anything else; he just holds me up. I feel my muscles getting heavier. I feel so good up against his body. I wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle into the side of him, and he hisses in a breath. I lift my head up to look at him. His blue eyes are looking down at me, and he lifts his hand that’s not holding on to me, up to my face. He runs the back of his knuckles softly over my cheek. The feel of his fingers on my face makes me weak in the knees. Thank God I’m already hanging on to him for dear life.