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I always got what I wanted, and that night I wanted him.

I graciously handed back the microphone to the DJ, and took my sweet old time approaching the object of my current desire.

“You were amazing up there,” the other man said hurriedly as I leaned my hand on the table, steadying myself and standing in front of him like the piece of meat I knew that I was.

Grade A, baby.

“I know. I also know it’d be amazing if you let me buy you a drink. You look quite thirsty.,” I said, flashing him a grin.

One of the other men at the table rolled his eyes, while the one that was screeching along before on stage just shoved Pretty-Blue-Eyes in front of me.

“Annnd this is where you say ‘yes sir’,” the screeching man said with a laugh.

I wasn’t sure if he was taunting the object of my flirtation, or giving him a push of encouragement, but either way, something shifted in the man’s gaze and he nodded quickly.

“Um, yeah... I mean, yes... I mean... sure. A drink sounds great,” he said and I knew I had him. Hook, line, and sinker.

Yeah, I was definitely getting my dick sucked after this.

This trip was looking better already.

CHAPTER 4

Cade

It’s just a drink, Cade. Not like you’ve never done this before or anything...

Though, I had to admit, something about Smooth-Suit-McGee buying me a drink felt drastically different from any other “let me buy you a drink’s” I’d experienced.

If it wasn’t for Dawson nearly shoving me off my damn barstool, I would have probably been a staring, speechless mess at the mountain of sex that stood in front of me. Up close, I could smell his rich, heady cologne and appreciate the finer details of his GQ-Model face. He was literally the hottest man I’d ever laid eyes on.

So I followed the man of my dreams to the bar like a moth to a flame, making our way through the crowd. When we finally got up to the bar, the patrons split like the Red Sea for us.

Well, him, technically. I’d always been about as invisible as they come, but for the moment I was riding the coattails of stardust, more than happy to bask in his starry glow.

God, he’s really fucking gorgeous.

“What’ll it be, darling?” he drawled as he leaned his long arms on the counter, the fabric of his jacket pulling at all the right places to showcase his form. He propped his foot up on the silver bar at the base, elongating the silhouette of his legs, and I couldn’t help but get a good glance at his firm, tight ass.

I’m so out of my league.

“Well, usually I’m a Sam Adams guy,” I said, trying to keep the shakiness out of my voice.

He nodded in response as he called Max, Miguel and Mitchell’s sister, over. While the bar may have belonged to Miguel, it truly was a family affair. Max had been serving cocktails since the place opened, and the woman could make a mean Manhattan.

“Noted. Do you have a name or should I just call you Sam on account of your taste in beer?” He smirked, accompanied by a quick wink.

I couldn’t help but shake my head at his sarcasm. Even his words were smooth, despite the fact they were sarcastic as hell.

I knew I should have been put off by his attitude, the fancy suit and the looks he kept throwing my way as he licked his lips, but damn it if I’m not an absolute sucker for an asshole.

If all you ever want is an asshole Cade, don’t be surprised when they act like an asshole.

I sighed, looking up at the man in question, mesmerized by the pure fire in his dark green eyes.

I hate that I’m like this.

Why can’t I just lust after normal, nice guys?

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