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me Clay. I’m not fucking you in a fucking closet.”
    He grinned at me, not letting go of my hips.
    “So let’s go upstairs.”
    “No! You are really predictable you know that?”
    “It’s no big deal. You want me. And I want you.”
    I stared at him, angry red splotches on my cheeks. He was right. I did want him. The bastard.
    “What’s the matter Mouse? Are you still a virgin or something?”
    I said nothing but something in my face must have given it away. His eyes widened.
    “Holy shit girl how the hell did that happen?”
    He laughed drunkenly.
    “Or should I say, not happen!”
    He leaned forward and breathed into my ear.
    “I will be very happy to relieve you of your virginity Nevada Jones.”
    I held very still, humiliation coursing through my veins.
    He started messing with my panties again and I shoved him. Hard.
    Clay’s big eyes widened in shock.
    “Okay, okay. Jesus Nev!”
    He stared at me as I grabbed the tray and brushed past him. I was close to tears as I hurried down the hallway to the kitchen. I needed to unload this tray and get back to work. Really all I wanted to do was run somewhere and hide.
    And cry my fucking eyes out.
    Not because he had touched me like that.
    Because I’d wanted him to.
    I hadn’t wanted him to stop either. A big part of me wanted him to keep going. All the way.
    Yes, even though he was a jerk pawing at me in a pantry.
    I could still smell him all over me. Bourbon, yes, but also fresh and clean… just him . I could still feel his lips on mine. I could still feel his cock.
    His very large cock.
    Damn him.
    I spent the rest of the party avoiding Clay. He was getting increasingly wasted, sitting in corners and staring at me balefully.  
    I’d definitely pissed him off.
    It was better than the alternative.
    Safer.
    Because if he tried to fuck me again, I wasn’t sure I would have the strength to stop him.

Chapter Eight

    Clay

    I swigged from a bottle of mineral water between sets with Matt. He’d won the first one, but barely. I was off my game today though.
    The massive hangover didn’t help.
    Neither did the state of frustration I was dealing with because of the Nev situation.
    I still could not believe she turned me down.
    I should forget her, move on. Just text Jen or one of the other eager girls I knew. There were plenty around.
    But they weren’t her.
    Not even close.
    Nev was special. Her looks were a part of it but it was more than that. She had an innocence, a purity that drew me like a moth to a flame.  
    It was the same thing that had made her push me away last night. I was sure of it. She wanted me too, no matter what she said.
    Now I just needed to convince her of it too.
    Matt let out a low whistle and I looked up.
    “What?”
    “New girl. Unbefuckinglievable.”
    Of course. He was looking at Nevada as she walked by with a cart full of clean towels. Awesome.
    We’d talked about girls before. Or women. Matt gave me a ranking of who were the horniest housewives at the club, the most desperate. And he’d rate the ones he’d bagged.
    So far he’d been keeping himself real busy.
    But now he was looking at Nev like she was just another conquest. As usual, she looked insanely hot no matter what she wore. This outfit was no exception. She was wearing white tennis shorts and a pale green polo shirt, the club colors. I’d never noticed how cute the club uniform was before.
    Fucking A.
    “Forget it. It’s not going to happen.”
    Matt’s head swiveled towards me. I better nip this shit in the bud right quick. He was clearly after her.
    “Jesus, she looks good enough to eat. You know her?”
    “Yeah.”
    I gave him a steady gaze that said ‘keep off the motherfucking grass.’
    “How well?”
    “Well enough to say she’s not up for grabs.”
    Matt stared at me, a slow smile spreading over his face.
    “Yeah right. You are so not the relationship type dude.”
    “And you are?”
    He shrugged.
    “With the right girl, maybe.”
    “Well she’s