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did deliver the drink as promised. Once again Tall Blond and Dumb—er, Handsome—locked eyes with me and mouthed the words, “Thank you.” He quickly threw it back before leaning into Brian. Brian laughed and high-fived him. I wonder what they’re talking about.
    “Hey!” Melody yelled in my ear. “Get fucked yet?”
    She was always a bit of a close talker but when she was drinking, the closeness was magnified. Honestly, all I had to do was lick my lips at that moment and we’d be making out French style. Not that there’d be anything wrong with that. But at the moment, Melody’s tongue wasn’t on my list of things to do so I took a step back. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anywhere to go and I was practically bent backward over the bar.
    “Hey, Mel. No, I didn’t. What are you up to?”
    “I ran into that Jeff guy. Steven’s friend.”
    “Jeff is here?” My stomach lurched. Wherever there was Jeff, Steven wasn’t too far behind. A new start. I needed that without him. Operation One Night Stand needed Steven not to be there. I’d just finished my last day of work with him. I was beginning my new life without him. The last thing I needed was him anywhere near me.
    “Yeah. Steven’s not here. Yet.”
    The fact that Steven and I had broken up two months ago wasn’t lost on me. I’d barely escaped becoming a hermit. And yet, two months later, there I was with more confidence in my pinky than I’d had during any of the five years we’d dated. I was embracing my confidence and refusing to shirk away from my fears. It wasn’t easy. I didn’t expect it to be.
    I wondered, briefly, if Betsy the Intern would make an appearance. Of course, she was probably crying her eyes out on Steven’s shoulder. But I’m not angry. Not anymore. I’m not even that sad. As mortified as she was when Steven publicly declared that she didn’t matter, I was even more mortified that I would ever date someone who would do something as cliché as fucking an intern. I don’t have anything against interns—everyone has to start somewhere—but come on!
    “What can I get you?”
    Realizing I was still half sprawled on my back on top of the bar, I rolled my eyes upward. Bartender Brian looked down at me and smiled.
    “Hi.” He really had nice teeth.
    “Hi.” I started to get up.
    “No, no. Don’t get up on my account.” He gently placed his hand on my shoulder, effectively keeping me where I was. “So, need something to drink?” he asked Melody. I noticed her noticing him. I frowned a bit at the thought of her thoughts infringing upon the perverted scenes that ran through my head but I had to remind myself, yet again, that Brian wasn’t the target.
    “Sure. What do you recommend?” Melody leaned in and purred the question like she always did. I swear to God that girl was sex in heels.
    “Body shots.”
    “Say what?” I, again, attempted to sit up and once again, Bartender Brian placed his hand on my shoulder and Melody clapped.
    “Let me demonstrate.”
    I felt like my eyes were going to roll into the back of my head as I watched him pour a shot of tequila. With a shot in one hand and a saltshaker in the other, he leaned down and licked my neck. As he did, my eyes fluttered closed and I moaned.
    Yes.
    Moaned.
    I heard him chuckle quietly.
    I wanted nothing more than the bar to swallow me.
    Before I knew it he shook salt onto my neck and leaned back down. Instead of merely licking the salt off, he added lips and teeth and oh my God .
    I gasped so hard for air I swear I was drowning. Then he placed a lemon wedge on my lips.
    This shit doesn’t happen to me. Ever.
    I didn’t see him take the shot but I heard the shot glass hit the bar top.
    I held my breath and waited as he raked his fingers through my hair, then bit around the lemon wedge, scraping his teeth on my lips. He must’ve bit the lemon because drops of juice and tequila fell onto my mouth. He used his lips and tongue to clean it up.
    “That was fucking