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broaden my chest, trying to deflect my hard-on from launching into an all out crisis with no relief in sight.
    “I couldn’t care less where you work, Tyson.” She smirks while peering around me into the crowd.
    Damn she’s hot when she’s annoyed.
    My brows knit. “It’s Bryson .” I glance down at her hot pink toenails and can’t help but think they look like candy. Those shoes definitely have my attention, but it’s her smooth creamy thighs that are making my mouth water. “I actually own the bars.” I don’t technically own jack, except maybe by way of inheritance, and judging by the way my dad keeps hitting the gym, that day is a long way off. Not that I wouldn’t want it to be. “My family owns them,” I fess up. Something about her has a way of dragging the truth out of me faster than expected. I’m not sure I’ve ever showed a girl the scoreboard, let alone filled them in on what it means. Sure it’s out there in the open, but no one’s ever questioned its relevance, or accused it of being remotely related to weight training or wrestling.
    Baya continues to watch the crowd behind me. I glance back. She’s eyeing about twenty different people, and at least half of them are jersey-wearing jocks. “I’m headed over to one in about twenty minutes if you want to join me. You could make some quick cash if you want.”
    “One what?” She takes a step to the right and gives a little wink at some dude in a Whitney Briggs sweatshirt.
    “A bar—we’ve got a full menu, so it’s more of a restaurant.” Why does this conversation suddenly feel one-sided? “You could waitress if you want. It’s a good way to line your pockets.”
    Her eyes narrow in on mine. Her lips purse, and it’s becoming obvious she’s visibly pissed.
    “Look. I appreciate the offer, I really do.” She floats her glowing eyes to mine, and her lips curl in a gutting, sexy way that make my balls ache for her touch. “I’m sure deep down under that mass of muscles you’re a nice guy, but I prefer my first time to be with someone who doesn’t swim in the hooker pool.”
    First time?
    I run my gaze over her in this new light. Baya is gorgeous and sweet. She brings new meaning to the word beautiful. Of course she’s a virgin—hell at nineteen she’s barely legal.
    She whisks by me and heads over to a group of helmet heads that have their biceps permanently flexed as a testament to their roid addiction. The one in the sweatshirt wastes no time in cupping her ass and makes her jump three feet in the process. His buddy pulls her in, and a dark smile stretches across his face at the prospect of fresh meat.
    I head over and wrap my arm around her shoulder.
    “Here you are,” I say, leading her right out the exit and into the fresh night air. “So, have you reconsidered the offer? Up for some impromptu waitressing?”
    She glances back at the frat house with its wild catcalls and army of panty-hungry jocks.
    Baya swallows hard. “I don’t see why not.”
     

     
    “The Black Bear Saloon,” I tell her as we drive down the highway. “That’s the closest one to campus, but we’ve got two other places about a half hour away in either direction—the Sky Lab, and the Ice Bar. The Ice Bar is literally lined with ice, so you’ll want to bundle up for that one.” It’s my father’s crowning glory. Sometimes I think he appreciates the bars more than his own family.
    “Excellent.” She pulls at a strand of hair and twirls it around her perfectly long finger. Baya knows how to tease me like a master, and I’m pretty sure she’s not aware of it.
    “So what was a nice girl like you doing at a sleaze bag of a party? Delta is notorious for its inglorious hookups. There’s a new strand of herpes that’s been traced back to that very room we were standing in.” Shit. Should I have said that? From now on I think I’ll keep all references to communicable diseases to a minimum—that minimum being none.
    “I don’t doubt