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into her shirt she pulled out some money.
    “You’re drinking too much,”
Elijah said, coming up behind her.
    “Not the boss of me. I can
drink and do whatever the hell I like.”
    His hand settled on her hip,
steadying her. “Don’t do something you’ll regret, Amber.”
    Getting angry, she turned in
his arms, staring at him. “Like what? Maybe I want to get drunk and take a man
I don’t know home? Have you ever thought about that? I only have you to compare
notes with.”
    She hated the words. None of
the men inside the club had interested her. She’d looked and hated herself for
looking. Why couldn’t she get over this man? He drove her insane all the
fucking time.
    His grip tightened on her
hip. He tugged her close, rubbing his hard cock against her jean-clad pussy.
    A moan escaped her lips
before she could contain it.
    “You want me, Amber. The
only man you’re going home with is me.”
    “No, it’s not. You lost your
chance.” She pushed him away. Wade chose that moment to serve her another
drink.
    “This is your last one,
Amber. You’ll thank me later,” Wade said.
    She grumbled but didn’t
argue before going to her booth, leaving Elijah behind.
    “What did Elijah have to
say?” Connie asked, once she was seated.
    “Nothing. He was complaining about how much I was drinking.
Wade’s also cutting me off.”
    “You are drinking a fair
bit. Are you all right?” Connie asked.
    Amber stared at her friend.
Connie out of all of them was the most quiet and sweet. She never argued, and
she always avoided conflict.
    “I’m fine, honey. I just
need to take the edge off. Work and everything.” She
stared down at her glass and downed it in one gulp.
    Alcohol would never help her
get over the man who was camped out at the bar.
    “Are you going to come and
dance with me?” Amber asked.
    She needed to get away from
looking at him. He distracted her too easily.
    “No, you go on ahead. I’m
going to sit here and wallow in the fact I can’t get up on that stage.”
    Connie was a fantastic
singer, but she suffered with stage fright. When they were all on the stage,
Connie was fine. The moment she tried it alone, she was stuck.
    Amber, Ashley, and Heather
were never going to make it as backing singers or dancers.
    Looking on the dance floor Amber
saw Heather was in Julian’s arms while Ashley was being sandwiched between two
guys.
    The tequila had given her a
buzz, and she had lost some of her earlier discomfort. Moving into the center of
the dance floor, she started to let the music take over. Closing her eyes, she
moved to the beat. Her body went with the beat.
    She let herself go, loving the slight feel of freedom dancing gave her. No
one had any expectations of her. On the dance floor she was free to move
without fear of being caught or someone finding out the truth about her time
with Elijah.
    Arms wrapped around her
stomach, and she knew it was Elijah instantly. His scent surrounded her,
filling her with warmth. She wanted to push him away. Her defenses were lowered,
and all she wanted to do was drown in everything that was him.
    “No one can see us,” he
said.
    “I don’t care.”
    Amber would care in the
morning.
    His fingers stroked the
curve of her stomach. Moaning, she wrapped her arms behind his neck, dancing.
Her eyes were still closed. The moment she opened them, she’d lose her little
bubble of happiness.
    “You can’t fight me forever,”
he said.
    “I’m not trying to fight you
at all, Elijah.”
    He turned her in his arms.
“Look at me.”
    Opening her eyes she stared
into his deep brown ones. The bubble didn’t burst. He inserted a leg between
her thighs, rubbing her against him. She gasped, gripping his thick arms as he
made her legs turn to jelly.
    Elijah took one of her hands
and pressed it against the front of his jeans.
    “Feel what you do to me,
woman. I want you so fucking bad. You’re sexy, and I want you.”
    He lowered his head,
catching her lips between his.
    She