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next week.” Maybe if I talk shop, she’ll run in the other direction.
    “Oh, hon”—her eyes expand showing off a network of bulging red lines—“the last thing I want to do is talk business.” Aubree is the internship coordinator over at Capwell Inc., the ad agency that’s my ticket into the corporate world once I graduate. Her uncle owns it, so she gets special privileges like busting my balls whenever the hell she feels like it. “As your boss, I forbid you to mix business with pleasure.” She tracks her hand over my shirt, and a trail of chills explode up my spine.
    A gorgeous brunette with long, sleek locks darkens the doorway—Baya. She’s got on a pair of sky-high heels that tie to her knees and shorts that amount to not much more than a glorified zipper. She’s traded her friendly tube top for a sequin tank, and I most certainly approve of her sparkling bosom, but something in me says Cole won’t.
    “Look, I better go.” I pluck Aubree’s nine-inch nails out of my back, and she pops them right back in.
    “I’m not letting you off the hook so easy, honey.” She leans in and takes a bite out of my ear. “I’m a little hungry, and I’m liking the menu a whole damn lot.”
    “Lucky for you there’s an entire buffet of beefcake right out that door.” I spin her toward the back and ditch into the crowd before she can render me lobeless.
    My heart picks up pace as I scan the doorway, but Baya’s nowhere to be found. I was sort of looking forward to showing her around, not that there’s much to see here other than the requisite amount of liquor and sorority girls. The truth is, a part of me wanted to take up the big brother torch and protect her from the douches running rampant in this place. Not that I’m feeling brotherly toward her, quite the opposite. Baya has a sweetness about her that I hadn’t seen since—
    My mind starts to drift to the dark cave of the past, and I cinch it before I get too sucked in. I know what today would have been. I hadn’t thought about Steph in so long—and yet something in Baya’s eyes this afternoon reminded me of her. There’s something downhome and innocent about Baya, and it’s a far cry from what I’m used to around here. I would have bet every shiny dime I own that the last person she was related to was Cole screw-them-by-the-dozen Brighton.
    A group of girls hanging out on the fringe of the room catch my attention, and I spot Baya standing by the keg, looking every bit the wallflower. Her dark hair falls seductively over one eye, and I swear a dimple just lit up in her cheek at the sight of me, at least that’s the story I’m feeding my ego right about now.
    I head over and swoop a cold one off the counter for her.
    “For you princess.” I hold back a smile that’s begging to let loose. My dick twitches at the sight of her, hopeful to get laid because we both know it’s been weeks. After years of bedding my way around campus, the local girls have lost their luster—not that I plan on bedding Baya. Cole would have my balls on a spit if I entertained the idea.
    “No thanks.” She makes a face at the amber bottle. It’s only then I notice I’m holding it out in front of my jeans like some phallic extension. “I don’t really drink.”
    “Oh, that’s right. You’re thirteen.” I cinch a smile at my adolescent dig. I like teasing Baya. Nipplegate broke the ice, so we can only go up from there.
    “I’m nineteen,” she corrects. “And I don’t drink because it’s a personal preference. Trust me, if I wanted the beer, I’d take it. I just so happen to hate the taste of alcohol.” She shudders. “I hate everything about it.”
    “I suppose this is a lousy time to tell you I work at a bar.” That my family owns a whole string of them, but I leave that part out.
    Her lime green eyes float up to mine. Her lips curve a naughty smile as if she’s having her way with me mentally, and my dick starts knocking for attention again. I