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don't get out of here soon I am going to end up throwing myself at this man that I know nothing about. Not to mention he's a bartender and a damn sexy one at that. I can only imagine how many women he takes home with him after a long night at the bar.
    As if that thought alone restores some of my sense, I quicken my strides leaving Kristina and Dana scrambling to catch up.

Chapter Four
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    I feel the warmth on my face and pry my eyes open to find the sun shining brightly into my small bedroom. As my mind begins to reprocess the events that took place the night before, everything hits me at once. The pounding in my head, the twist in my stomach. I groan and roll to my side quickly realizing I am still in the little black dress that Dana loaned me.
    I hoist myself out of bed instantly feeling off balance and woozy. I grab the foot board of the bed to steady myself before setting off in the direction of the bathroom. The apartment is quiet, the girls must still be sleeping.
    After a much needed bathroom visit, I return to my room with a glass of water and two ibuprofen. I close my door quietly behind me, pop the medication in my mouth and wash it down, sitting the glass on my nightstand before curling back into bed.
    I snuggle under the covers and close my eyes, determined to get a little more sleep. But just like that, a certain sexy bartender flashes through my mind and I am wide awake. I roll to my back and stare up at the ceiling. There was something about him. Something beyond his obvious gorgeous appearance. A pull so strong I could feel it coursing through my body. A chemistry I have never experienced with another person before.
    I remember the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the sweat across his forehead, the way his shirt clung to his abdomen. Just thinking about him causes the ache in my belly to return with a force so strong that I feel like just the thought of him will send me into pure ecstasy.
    It takes me a moment to realize that my hand has slid into my panties and my fingers are lightly caressing my most sensitive flesh. Just a little release, it's all I need and then I will rid my mind of the sexy bartender that I will never see again.
    As my fingers go to work I picture every detail I remember. Then I imagine him with me, touching me. His lips moving down my jawline to the base of my neck. His hand cupping my ass and pulling me into his erection. I feel the build, the pleasure, and now I am picturing it is him giving it to me. Like a firework has been set off, I explode around myself and ride out the wave of my orgasm.
    My breathing returns to normal and I begin to relax. I can't help but be a little shocked by what I just did. I have never been the masturbating type. But going two weeks without any relief and then an irresistible bartender to boot. What's a girl to do? Not that the sex with Grayson was ever very satisfying but it got me by. I wonder if it's that way with all people. How would I know? I have nothing to compare it to. I wonder how it would be with the sexy bartender. Would I walk away unsatisfied or would it be unlike anything I have ever experienced before? Too bad I will never find out.
    I roll back to my side and readjust the blankets. All the pent up sexual tension inside of me has eased considerably and my eyelids instantly feel heavy again. I snuggle down deeper inside my comforter and lose myself to sleep.
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    T he sound of Florence and the Machine's Cosmic Love startles me awake. I glance to the clock on my nightstand. Realizing it is after one in the afternoon, I shoot up a little disoriented and search for my phone. I finally locate it on the floor but the ring tone stops just before I can answer it. My phone signals a missed call almost instantly. I slide the unlock screen only to see that I have four missed calls in total, all from my mom.
    My heart sinks the moment I realize why she is most likely calling. I have yet to tell my mom about me and