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call you Anth?” she asked, pausing for a second before continuing. “We go there because we don’t have to worry about being hit on. It’s nice to be able to drink with our friends and dance without having to worry about guys with grabby hands.”
    “Yeah, you don’t need to worry about that at Liquid,” Max agreed.
    I understood the logic, but that didn’t mean I agreed with it. Even in gay bars, there were men who went both ways. They weren’t as safe from “grabby” hands as they thought.
    “I think Nita and Malia would rather have a girls-only night.” Max nodded toward Nita, giving her a death glare.
    Nita waved her hand at Max and turned her attention toward me. “Malia and I would love for you to come.”
    “Would you now?” I asked, raising my eyebrow and loving the playful nature of Nita.
    “Uh huh,” she murmured as she came closer. “Max would never admit it, but she wants you to come too.” Then she lost it, bursting out into laughter as Max hit her in the arm.
    “Shut the fuck up, Nita. I most certainly do not want him to come.” Max crossed her arms again as she slouched and stared at her legs.
    “Looks like I’m getting here at the perfect time,” a woman said as she walked up to the empty chair.
    “Please save me, Malia,” Max said as she stared up at the leggy female to my left.
    “I’m Anthony,” I said as I hopped up from my seat and offered my hand.
    Malia stepped back and looked me up and down. I felt her eyes appraising me with each passing sweep. “I don’t know who you are, but I’d sure like to find out more.” She slid her hand into mine.
    “Any friend of Max’s is a friend of mine,” I said as I kissed her velvety skin and peered down at her.
    “Fuck. I’ve already made it to ‘friends’ territory?” she asked as she glanced up at me.
    “Max got me first. I’m hers and hers alone, ladies. Unless she wants to share.” I grinned, waiting for Max to chime in.
    “Max?” Malia asked with a hopeful tone.
    “You can have him,” Max shot back.
    “She’s playing hard to get,” I responded, letting go of Malia’s hand and glancing at Max. “I’ve always loved a good chase.”
    “It’s not a chase when I’m not running.”
    “Girl, what is wrong with you? This fine-ass man wants to get to know you and you’re being rude,” Malia said as she sat down. “I need a drink to get through this night, I think. Ma’am.” She waved her hand at the waitress leaving the next table. “Vodka on the rocks, stat.”
    “There’s nothing wrong with me, Malia. I just don’t have time to deal with a boy.”
    “ Man ,” I said as I lifted my beer to my lips.
    “But he’s a fine-looking man, Max. How could you say no to that?” Nita waved her hand in my direction, motioning up and down. “I mean, hell, I’d jump on him in a hot minute.”
    Max shook her head as she chewed the inside of her lip. “You know why, Nita.” She gave her a serious look.
    “Yeah,” Nita said.
    “Does someone want to clue me the fuck in?” It was the second time I’d heard the statement. There was a secret no one would share. My mind started to fill with crazy things. Imagination could be dangerous.
    “Nope,” Max said, and looked between the two women.
    “Be honest, are you married?”
    “No!” she screeched, vigorously shaking her head.
    I rubbed my chin and thought of all the possible scenarios. “Gay?”
    “God, no. She likes cock too much,” Malia said, and started to laugh.
    “Malia!” Max yelled across the table.
    Malia shrugged as she took a drink of her vodka, her lips hidden by the rim of the glass.
    “Engaged?”
    “No.”
    “Hmmm,” I muttered, trying to think what else would keep her from men. “STD?”
    Please say no . Fuck, it would have been such a shame for the beautiful creature in front of me to have something that would stop me from sinking my naked dick inside her wetness.
    She laughed, giving me a funny look. “No. Jesus.”
    “Well,