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smiled. “Hi, welcome to Damian’s. Table for one or would you like a seat by the bar?”
    “Um, actually neither. I just moved in upstairs and accidentally locked myself out when I came down to get a package,” I explained as I gestured at the box I held in my hands. “Could I use your phone to call the landlord or a locksmith?”
    “Oh no! That’s awful, hun,” she sympathized. “I’m sure you can use our phone. You can ask the owner of the bar. His name’s Damian. He’s over at the bar right now.”
    “Thanks so much,” I said thankfully as relief washed over me. I turned and headed over to the bar, where I saw a man with his back to me wiping down the bar.
    “Hi. Are you Damian?” I asked when I got to the bar.
    “The one and only,” the man said as he turned around.
    When I saw him, my heart stopped. I noticed the intricate arm-length tattoo down his left arm—the same tattoo that was on the guy in the stairwell.
    “Oh it’s you,” I blurted out. Our eyes locked onto one another and I was transfixed by his piercing blue eyes that were illuminated against his dark, bronze complexion. I felt myself shift slightly as a ripple of anticipation overcame me. Was it even possible that he actually looked even more gorgeous than he had the other day in the stairwell?
    So his name’s Damian.

CHAPTER FOUR
    Damian
    “HI. ARE YOU DAMIAN?” I HEARD a female voice ask from behind me. Something about her voice sounded familiar—familiar enough that I felt a twitch and hardness grow against my jeans. This must have been a good bang , I thought.
    “The one and only,” I said seductively as I began to turn around to face her, ready to put on my charm. I was surprisingly free tonight, and I wouldn’t mind a Sunday fuck session. Sundays were great for that because there was less of a chance the girl would try to stay over due to the start of a work week. The thing I hated almost more than an attached girl was a girl who wanted to sleep over and cuddle. It was called a fuck session for a reason: it was reserved for fucking only. If I wanted a sleepover, I’d be a fucking girl with a mani and pedi obsession. Cuddle sessions were for those who wanted the big C, and I’d always been clear that I wasn’t one of those fools.
    I turned around to see who it was. To my surprise, it was that girl from the other day—the one with the stain on her shirt, the one the hot blonde had felt threatened by, the one who I had imagined had those delicious breasts that made me come the other night.
    “Oh it’s you.” I saw her eyes move down my body as she took me in. I smiled, knowing what she must have been thinking.
    “Yes, it’s me. At your service.” I gave her my signature smile. “I see my reputation precedes me.” I knew she must have heard about me, the infamous owner of this self-titled bar. Maybe tonight I wouldn’t be just imagining how those breasts taste. Maybe tonight I’d get to taste them and more. I felt the hardness grow even more.
    “What reputation?” Confusion filling her eyes.
    “I—” For a brief second, I was left speechless as I felt the wind get knocked out of me. Yes, I, Damian Castillo, am speechless. What the fuck.
    What reputation? That was the last thing I’d thought she’d say and certainly the last thing I’d wanted her to say. The growth inside my jeans disappeared and I looked at her, at a loss for words.
    Who is this girl? I thought as I cocked my head and surveyed her—with clothes on this time. It wasn’t until then that I noticed that she looked like a mess—a hot mess, but a mess nonetheless. She was wearing some old t-shirt that looked like a mangy dog had treated it like it was his favorite bone. Her light brown hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail, several loose strands falling down her face. There was what looked like gray paint all over her hair and clothes, like she had just taken a shower in it. I instantly wondered what that’d look like—paint drizzling down