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restacking bottles. The longer I stood there, the more I felt extremely uncomfortable. I was starting to get some creepy looks from drunk guys sitting on the other end of the counter.
    “I can help you out,” a gritty voice whispered in my left ear. “I’m sure we can work something out.”
    I felt coarse fingers slide up my right thigh and under the hem of my skirt. As I turned to get away, a hand grabbed hold of my ass. I heard a deep laugh, and another hand fell on top of my shoulder.
    So I bolted. I grasped my suitcase so hard my knuckles turned white and burst out of the bar as fast as I could. I didn’t know where the hell I was going, just as far away from there as possible.
    I hurriedly crossed the road, shaken and wary. The town, if you could even call it that, wasn’t exactly a bustling hub of activity. The street was empty, stretching into the vast and barren distance. Meanwhile, nightfall was limiting my options.
    Just then, I heard a deafening and thunderous roar. The ground shook and an orange-red flash sped by. Up ahead, a brightly colored sports car came to a screeching halt, and then backed up until I was face to face with the driver-side window.
    The window came slowly down, revealing the unforgettable grin of that arrogant, cocky hot guy from the bar.
    “Last chance kitten,” was all he said as the trunk popped open.
    Well, what the hell.
    I threw my suitcase in the back and hitched a ride. Little did I know that it would be the craziest, most exciting, and altogether transformative ride of my life.
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
    Rev
    She wasn’t my type. I knew that the moment I laid eyes on her at the bar. She was restrained, modest, and wearing some golf club housewife outfit that should have been an immediate turn-off.
    But try telling that to my cock.
    This girl was a short, curvy, brunette with a body made for sex. My eyes traced the delicious contours of her breasts and ass, and my jeans tightened right there and then. I had to have her.
    And of course, when I turned the charm on, her claws came out. She was sassy, this one. “Delinquent punk” was what she called me. Somehow that smart-mouth went right along with that great ass and pair of tits. And, whether she realized it or not, her big brown bedroom eyes were a temptation all on their own.
    She had a lot of spunk, strolling into a shit-hole like that—a favorite hangout for the worst elements of outer-Vegas society. And that’s saying a lot. Let’s just say these guys weren’t the most well-mannered type. And this girl just wandered in, looking lost and helpless, her boxy, rigid, preppy clothes failing miserably to conceal the exquisite swells of her little body.
    So I knew she’d be running out of there pretty soon. Once those guys got all riled up and couldn’t stay away, that is.
    But look whose talking…
    Truth was, I couldn’t stay away either. It’s why I sped by her, resolved to keep going and not get involved with something that wasn’t worth the effort. But she was worth the effort. That first look at her curvy little body made my cock twitch and blood rush from head.
    I wasn’t thinking when I backed the car up to give her a ride. I didn’t really care. She was one hot little firecracker. And she was coming with me.
    “No funny business,” she warned as she took a seat.
    I grinned. “Well, look whose already making demands. You’re lucky I stopped, you know. There’s jack shit around here except more drunk, lecherous dirt-bags who hang out in bars like that.”
    She shook her head and frowned. “Well, what does that make you then?”
    “A diamond in the rough.”
    She smiled, but it was short-lived, and her pretty face settled back into self-restraint. “Yeah, right.” She looked into the distance, thinking something over. “Well, I just need a ride to my Aunt Sylvia’s. Try anything else and I’ll call the cops so fast it’ll make your head spin.”
    “Jeesh!” I held my hands up in surrender.