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and the chiseled forearms he exposes come as no real surprise. He leans in painfully close, his essence so painfully strong that I have to resist the urge to grab him and just inhale.
    "What if I told you I came looking for you?" His eyes have an edge to them, an answer-if-you-dare look. My pulse quickens, sending blood to my brain in the hopes that something stupid won't find its way from there to my mouth.
    "I’d ask if you knew what you were in for," I say. I lean toward him on instinct, the promise of something good lingering, but unspoken. How did this conversation go from bland to on fire in such a short time? I feel so unhindered all of a sudden. I channel the me I rarely listen to, letting her do the talking.
    “ You’re not intimidated by me, are you?” he asks.
    “ Why would I be?” I challenge. He is so smoldering, so fucking mesmerizing. I stare into the dark pools of his eyes, daring him to keep this going. His large arms are pulling at his white button down shirt, stretching each thread to its capacity. I wish he’d stretch me like that.
    “ I just tend to have that effect on people," he says.
    "Come on," I say in disbelief. "I bet girls throw themselves at you all the time."
    "Not any girls I wanna catch," he says, staring me down intently.
    The rest of world is coming crashing back around us as the bar is getting busier by the minute. I know I won’t be able to talk to him much longer. The same thing has occurred to him.
    “ What time do you get off work?” He checks his watch.
    My heart quickens even more and the influx of extra blood creates a flush in my face.
    “ Nine, but my friend and I are going to a club afterwards.”
    He continues his silent appraisal of me until I wonder if I’ve come up short.
    “ Which club?” he asks.
    “ Riders, on the avenue?” My answer comes out like a question. Did I just ask him to come?
    “ I didn’t have you pegged as the club going type.” His eyes are trained on me intently, too intently given that I’ve only spoken to him for less than ten minutes.
    “ What does that mean? I just go to dance.” It’s true. I go to let loose and dance and feel like my whole life isn’t spent on campus or the bar.
    “ Well, you have fun, Carly,” Jack says, pulling a couple of bills from his pocket. He tosses a twenty on the bar and stands to leave.
    I panic. I don’t want him to leave and I realize I was inviting him.
    “ You won’t come?”
    “ I’m too old for the club scene,” he says. Bullshit. He doesn’t look a minute past thirty.
    “ Oh, come on. You might have fun.” I lean on the bar a little, pressing my breasts together and out at him unintentionally. He looks at me, his eyes resting on the ample cleavage I’m offering. What am I doing ? I lean back and straighten my shirt. My inner slut needs to chill the fuck out.
    “ I’m not into that kind of fun anymore. I’m surprised you are.”
    Should I be insulted at this? Is this a dig at me? The normal me, the defensive, always-on-guard-for-the-hurt me shoves her way to the forefront of my head.
    “ Well, I guess the age gap between us is wider than I thought,” I say. I pick up the twenty and his almost full beer bottle and turn my back to him. What an asshole. I tender out his bill, the screen shakes a little as I press too hard on it. I come back to bar and hand his change out to him.
    The change from the twenty has nowhere to go. He’s gone. I look the length of the bar, but there is no trace of him. Except for his scent which lingers in the air like a thin fog.

Chapter 3
    Allie followed me to my apartment and we changed out of our bar clothes and into our club clothes. I can’t believe I let her talk me into dressing the way I’m dressed. We look like walking sex as I park my car at Rider’s. Allie teased my hair out and smoked my eyes up to high heavens. I gloss up my lips and hand Allie my phone.
    “ If Nick texts me, I’m not answering. I’m just going to have a good time