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really into the scene.”
    “Why’s that?” I ask, because I never feel like I fit into that world, the one I live in. The one I work so hard at not sticking out in.
    “I don’t know, I guess you mention celebrities a lot, name drop who you see at the casino ... and I swear I’ve seen you reading those gossip magazines. On the airplane and stuff?”
    “I can see that, I guess.” Shit, I mean, I know I read that stuff, but does it make me come off as a celebrity obsessed idiot? I need him to know I’m not a fame-hunter. “But there’s more to it than that.”
    “Like what?” He closes the menu without even reading it. Instead he looks right at me.
    I feel my face flush again. I am not getting into my life story right now. With him. On our first date. Most likely our only date. Right now I don’t want to talk about my shitty past. I mostly want to kiss his scruffy face.
    “Let me put it this way,” I tell him. “We don’t always have the luxury of being the person we want to be. Sometimes we just have to survive.”
    He looks at me quizzically, as if trying to figure me out. “And US Weekly helps you survive?”
    “It does,” I say, plainly. And truthfully.
    He nods, not asking me any more about that and for a second I wonder if I completely killed the mood we had going on in the car, when he was looking me up and down and practically eating me out with his eyes.
    God I hope I didn’t kill the mood ... because, damn, each second we sit here it makes me feel more and more bold about where this night could go.
    I want it to go all the way.
    “We need tacos,” he says. “And guacamole.”
    “And for dessert?” I ask coyly, hoping he will lap up my insinuation.
    “You,” he says, not even looking at me; instead, he waves over the waitress so we can order. “For dessert, I am having you.”

Chapter Four
    JACK
    T he eye-fucking we’re doing across the table is no joke. The sexual tension is mounting and, damn, I’m ready to get this girl out of those jeans; all I want is to see her little pussy and give her a ride on my cock—because it’s been a while since I took a woman who actually made me smile.
    And right now I’m more than smiling; Tess and I are laughing at everything and nothing. By the time we’ve had two margaritas, a shot of tequila, and enough carne asada to feed a small nation, we’re happy and horny.
    I’m telling her about my trip home to see my parents, and she’s snorting as she laughs, which is pretty damn adorable. The liquor seems to drop the wall Tess has been hiding behind.
    “You really walked in on them like that?” she asks.
    “Yeah, he was taking her from behind when I walked into their room. I thought, damn, retirement doesn’t sound too bad if this is what you get to do at two o’clock in the afternoon.”
    “Your parents sound like they’re still really in love,” she says, a small smile on her lips.
    “If their sex life is any indication, yeah, I’d say they’re in love. Doesn’t mean I need to see their bare asses ever again.”
    We’re cracking up when the waitress brings us our bill.
    “You two are such a happy couple,” she says, her Spanish accent heavy on her lips.
    That makes us laugh again, but my eyes meet Tess’s. They are so startlingly bright and unmistakably hers. She looks at me in a way that makes me realize I better check and make sure this is just a one-night thing for her too.
    I pay the bill and, once we’re back in the limo, I take a direct approach.
    “You wanna come back to my loft?”
    “Um.” She swallows, as if trying to suppress another smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
    “It’s just for a night of fun, right? Nothing more?”
    “Are you telling me you want me to come to your place just so you can fuck me, Jack Harris?”
    I know she’s teasing me by the smile on her face.
    “That is exactly what I’m telling you.”

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    O nce the intentions for the evening are clear, Tess becomes quiet on the way to my