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did, I decided to try a different tactic—exploit myself for the greater good. Normally, I’d be mortified, but it was as if another person had taken my place when I reached for my belt buckle and began opening it.
    The noise in the room immediately began to die down, and I panicked. This wasn’t how I saw it going. When I fingered the button on my jeans and started to slip it through the hole, I was rewarded when the noise level went through the roof. It was like sitting near a speaker at a rock concert.
    “Well, there you have it!” The announcer shouted over the noise. “The VIP of Philly’s INDIE-pendence Author Signing is Ben Harris!”
    My hand moved from my now unbuttoned pants and gave a short wave to everyone before I took a bow.
    Glancing over at the other guys, Calvin and Jase were both clapping. Drake looked angry enough to spit nails. It was evident in the glare of his eyes, the thin line of his lips and his rigid stance. I desperately wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he looked.
    One of the women whipping us earlier came out with a tray of shots for the four of us. We clinked our glasses before raising them to the crowd. The whiskey coated my throat on its way down, releasing a slow burn in its wake.
    Good stuff.
    Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.

THREE
    “You were amazing!” Meredith squealed and launched herself at me.
    Wrapping her up in my arms, I lifted her off the ground and spun her around.
    “My turn!” Fiona yelled and plowed her way through the group of women surrounding me.
    I set Mer down on her feet and let Fiona pull me into an inappropriate hug. Her hands traveled down my back, reaching into my jeans and gripping my ass.
    “Hey,” I said and tried to pull her hands free.
    “God, you have such a tight ass. I bet I could bounce quarters off of it.” Her nails dug into the muscles, forcing me to pull on her harder.
    Unsuccessful in getting her off me, I gave up, hoping she would eventually find someone else to molest.
    “Shots!” Meredith shouted when a waiter brought over a tray of pink colored shots. There was no way in hell I was putting one of those to my lips.
    “Come on,” she cajoled when I refused to take one. Before I could refuse again, hands covered the entirety of my upper body, pulling me down into a chair, while Meredith came at me with a shot. “Do it,” she demanded while putting the glass to my lips.
    Wanting to get this over with, I parted my lips and let the sweet, sticky fluid flow over my tongue and down my throat. The women surrounding me cheered and Fiona leaned over, running her tongue along the seam of my lips.
    Meredith pushed her out of the way, and I took the opportunity to clamber up from my chair and away from Fiona’s grasp.
    “Ben! I bought you a drink!” a woman I didn’t know said as she thrust a glass in front of my face. “It’s a Sex on My Face.”
    “Um, okay.” I shrugged and took a tentative sip. With a hint of coconut—my favorite—I realized it wasn’t half bad. Tipping my head back, I downed the rest and swiped my hand across my mouth. “Thanks.”
    “I got you a Redheaded Slut,” an auburn haired girl said from my side. I turned to see her holding a drink out to me. While taking it from her grasp, I idly wondered if she was trying to tell me something about herself. Was she giving me a proposition with her drink choice?
    The question was on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it quickly along with a sip of brown liquid. Jägermeister. Nice.
    Drinking this one a little slower, I conversed with her about her job in telecommunications. The conversation flowed easily and with all the extra booze I ingested, I found myself feeling loose and sluggish.
    “What are you drinking?” I asked when she picked a big martini glass up from the table next to where we stood.
    “Mmmm,” she breathed after a sip. Licking her lips, her eyes rolled into her head and a look of ecstasy crossed her face. “Suck, Bang and