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He pulled an angry Stacy away with him as he walked out of my private massage room. Once alone, I walked over to the bed my gatita had laid on and let my finger trail down its soft linens.
    “I’m sorry.” The whispered words seemed loud inside the empty room, too much for me to handle. Turning around, I flicked off the lights and walked out. My phone pinged as I walked by the employees’ lounge.
    Are we on for tonight? ~Cynthia
    We are. 10 p.m. outside of Rage…don’t be late. ~Camden

    Cynthia was already outside waiting when I pulled up to the valet parking area. She smiled and waved as I got out—I bit back the sneer that threatened to appear and returned the small gesture.
    She looked drunk already. Her short dress hiked up a bit, and with each wobbly step she took, she flashed the crowd.
    “Hey!” Cynthia threw herself at me, and I stumbled back. We crashed into the car’s side door, my back taking the brunt of the impact. “You made it.” Her voice had taken on a higher pitch than normal—my head hurt, and we hadn't made it inside.
    “How much have you had to drink?” The valet attendant chuckled as I tossed him my keys. “Answer me.”
    Cynthia ignored my question; instead, she slithered her body against mine. I could feel her hardened nipples against my chest. “Not much,” she slurred and held up four fingers. “Just a tiny-itty-bitty bit.”
    “What the fuck does four mean?” She seemed to like my commanding tone and let out a low moan. This shit was becoming embarrassing.
    “Are you sure you'd like me to take the car, sir?” The parking attendant smirked at me. In his mind, I'd hit the jackpot. A bitch in heat that hadn’t cost me a dime.
    “I don't fuck sloppy.” He seemed taken aback by my harsh response. Nodding, he opened the driver’s side door and got inside.
    “Can you walk?” I asked a quiet Cynthia.
    “Do I have to? You're so comfortable and smell so good.” Wrong goddamned words. Amanda loved the way I smelled, said I reminded her of the sun and warm waters of Florida.
    Instead of answering, I grabbed her hands and gently pushed her off. “Let's go.”
    The inside of the club was pretty packed for a Wednesday night. House music blasted through the speakers, and all the bodies we passed were moving to its hot beats. Stacy and Oliver were already sitting down with a drink in hand as we approached. The smile vanished from their faces when they realized just whose hand I was holding.
    Did they think I was kidding about bringing her with me?
    “Starting without me, I see.” They both looked at me with annoyed faces. What the fuck was wrong with these two?
    “Got something to—” I was interrupted by the squealing drunk next to me.
    “Oh my God…I love this song!” She ran off without me to the dance floor. Stumbling and giggling, Cynthia made it to the middle of the throng of dancing people and let loose. There was just no other way to describe what she was doing. It was not sexy. Awkward would be the best way to describe how she looked.
    “How can you lead her on, Cam?” Stacy hissed at me. “What happened to that cute chick you were seeing?”
    She got under my skin.
    “Babe, stop,” Oliver intervened while pushing a bottle of Heineken my way. I nodded my appreciation for more than just the beer.
    “But—”
    “None of our business, baby. Let it go.”
    “Still an idiot.” She huffed beside her husband and glared my way.
    “Camden knows what he’s doing.  Don’t you?” Oliver tipped his bottle my way before taking a long pull. I could see it in his facial expression that he didn't approve of my actions, but decided to let me crash and burn without intervening.
    “It wouldn't have worked.” Both snapped their attention my way after I spoke. “Too much––too fast.”
    “You’re scared.” Tell me something I didn't already know, Stacy. “So let me get this straight…” she pointed a manicured finger at me “…instead of letting things grow