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hot!” Melody clapped her hands.
    “Thanks. I not only serve the drinks, I use them as entertainment.” With one hand in front of him and one behind, he bowed. Fucking bowed. I was a lick away from orgasm and he’s accepting applause.
    Fuck.
    “A little help here.” I was not able to sit upright. Melody grabbed my hands and pulled me up.
    I whipped my head around. Bartender Brian was across the way chatting up a group of guys who were with my target, and a fresh drink was sitting in front of me. A few people sitting next to me at the bar clapped as I came to my senses. A loud chorus of cheers had me ducking my head to avoid the attention.
    “What the hell was that?” Sarah asked, laughing.
    “What?”
    “Look at you making out with the bartender! Looks like someone jumped off the celibate carousel.”
    “I did not! I was not making out with the bartender. He was just, he was just—” I looked at Melody for an answer.
    “Don’t look at me. Bartender Boy is hot! I say you focus on him!”
    I grabbed my purse and hopped off the barstool.
    “No. I made a deal and I picked my target. You’ll see. I’m going to win this bet!”
    “Caroline!”
    Turning around, Bartender Brian smiled as he slid another drink my way. “Pink Panty Dropper.”
    “What!” How did he know what color my underwear was?
    He laughed, pointed to the drink, and said, “Pink Panty Dropper from Tall Blond and Dumb.”
    “Oh. Okay. Thanks.” I was a little unsteady and I didn’t think it had anything to do with the drinks. Determined not to let my focus wane, I downed the shot, slammed the glass on the table, and said, “Pop My Cherry.”
    Brian reacted just as I thought he would. The look on his face was priceless. Grabbing a hold of my lady balls, I leaned across the bar, took a page from his book, and whispered, “Send him a drink. Pop My Cherry.”
    Just as he had, I lingered a beat longer than I needed to, making sure to graze my lips against his cheek. Fuck it , I thought. If I am going to embrace my inner slut, I may as well bear hug her till she can’t breathe.
    “Yes, ma’am.” Brian white-knuckled his towel as he walked to the back of the bar and began mixing the drink. He snuck a glance at me, smirked, and shook his head.
    I needed to know my target’s name. “Bartender Brian!”
    “Yeah?” He yelled over the noisy chatter of the bar.
    “Find out his name!”
    “I already know his name.”
    “What is it?”
    “Not sure if I should tell you or not.” He walked away, drink in hand, down to the other end of the bar.
    “How’s Operation One Night Stand going?” Sarah placed her empty glass on the bar and sat on the suddenly vacant stool next to me.
    “It’s going.”
    “Get his name yet?”
    “Brian won’t tell me.”
    “Who the fuck is Brian?”
    “The bartender. Bartender Brian.”
    “Why don’t you go ask his name yourself? Maybe Brian doesn’t want you to know the guy’s name.”
    “Why would he care whose name I know?” I took a sip of my cinnamon drink, remembering for a moment how Brian smelled when he drank it.
    “Um. Hello?” Sarah rapped her knuckles on my head. “For such a pretty girl you are fucking dense. Brian’s into you.”
    “No, he’s not. He’s a bartender. It’s his job to flirt and whatever. He gets more tips that way.”
    “Tips, huh? I’ll give you a tip. Ditch Ken doll over there and get nasty with Bartender Brian. He is quite a bit yummier.” She licked her lips hungrily and growled, snapping her teeth together.
    “Will you stop it?” I smacked her arm.
    “I’m telling you. The bartender is the guy for you.”
    “You’re just saying that so I’ll lose the bet.”
    “Ugh. Caroline. Listen to me. I am your friend. Fuck the bet. I am telling you. Bartender Brian is the way to go.”
    “You ladies talking about me?”
    I nearly choked on my drink. How much had he heard?
    “Hi. I’m Sarah. Caroline’s roommate.”
    “Nice to meet you, Sarah.” Brian wiped