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insane. “What kind of girl lets a man feel her up in a parking lot?”
    He grins wickedly. “A girl that’s been waiting for a man with the balls to do just that.”
    “You’re crazy.” I laugh.
    “And you love it.” He’s right. I kind of do, but I just can’t. I’m not that kind of girl.
    “I promised my mom I’d head straight home after work.” I immediately regret saying that. It’s the most pathetic excuse imaginable. Not that I should need an excuse, but still. I cringe, expecting him to make fun of me.
    “I understand.” He smiles at me and nods. “I wouldn’t ask you to break a promise to your mother.” I look at him closely, but he sounds completely sincere.
    He slowly squats down in front of me, drinking up my body with his hungry eyes. He picks my phone back up from the ground, puts his number into the contacts and hands it back to me. He flashes me his arrogant grin. “Text me when you’re out of excuses and ready to beg for my cock.”
    I lean against my car unsteadily, phone clutched in my hand as I watch him leave the parking lot. I want to be infuriated by what he said. But all I can think about is how long I can manage to hold out until I text him back.

Chapter Five

Alessandra
    T he quiet at Hush resembles its name on this early Friday afternoon before opening. The club smells of Pine-Sol and all-purpose surface cleaners. It’s a far cry from the smells of cologne, perfume and sweaty bodies that take over once the music starts pumping. My fingers tap rhythmically on the copper bar top. I flatten my hand and force myself to stop. I just had a French manicure done, and it’s too soon to chip a nail. It cost me a fortune.
    I spent yesterday morning at my mom’s favorite salon getting a full makeover. It took a while to get over the shock of how much the whole package cost. She neglected to tell me how expensive the place was when she recommended it. She probably has no idea though. And to be fair, she did offer me her credit card, but I prefer to get by on my own. My parents think I'm too stubborn for my own good, but at least no one can say I'm spoiled.
    It was totally worth it though. Even the Brazilian wax. I’d never even considered getting waxed before, and I still don’t know what got into me. That’s a lie though. I haven't been able to stop thinking about how badly I want Gio’s tongue on me. I shift in my seat, feeling a warmth growing between my legs at the mere thought of him.
    He’s been all I’ve had on my mind since he tempted me into madness. I even got myself off in the shower this morning, and I never do that. I’m never comfortable doing that in my house, since it’s not like I have any true privacy. I always feel like I’m thirty seconds away from being walked in on. I shake my head. I definitely want to stop thinking about that.
    A glance at my phone confirms that it’s still eight hours until opening. I really should be doing something—anything other than sitting here getting wet at the thought of a man I can’t be with. I look at my purse, tempted to dig out my burner and text Gio. Not to beg for his cock though, just to see what he’s up to. I sigh and roll my eyes. Even I don’t believe my lie. Okay, maybe I should text him and beg for some cock. God knows I need it. I haven’t had sex in over a year.
    Rizzo opens the front entrance, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts. A couple of sound technicians come in, pushing a cart of wires and electronics. Finally, something to do.
    My heels click loudly across the waxed wooden floor. I greet the technicians, double-check the work order, and let them get started.
    That’s the last thing I needed to take care of before opening tonight. DJ Bo really blew my mind at his live audition last night. I really wanted to give him a shot on a crowded night, so I decided to bump the usual Friday DJ. Marco wasn’t a fan of that decision. He seemed to take it personally when DJ Bo said that my sound system was