Page 64 of Exposé

Bomber stepped closer, pinning me to the wall as though we were lovers, his arm plastered above the wall. "Then tell me what you want."

"Do you—"

"Yes?"

"Do you have any NeuraZene?"

He raised a brow. "Seems a little hardcore for someone who's never done this before."

I shrugged, my throat tightening. "I heard it was a trip."

"No. Sorry. I don't have it."

He walked away, and my stomach dropped.

Maybe he knows someone?

I rushed around him and pressed my hand to his chest, stopping his escape. "Are you sure?"

He grabbed my wrist and removed my touch. "I'm sure." Dropping his hold, he moved around me, and we shuffled again, my body stepping into his path.

"Please."

"You're too desperate for a noob."

I curled my upper lip and crossed my arms. "I'm not desperate."

"You stink with desperation."

He moved around me.

"Okay. Fine. I am," I yelled after him.

Bomber turned with a smug grin. "Why?"

Think, think, think.

"I made a bet with my friend. She said I couldn't do it."

"Is that right? Well, alright."

"Really?"

He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the corner we'd met. "On one condition."

I scowled. "What's the condition?"

"I watch you take it."

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end—my stomach dropping. "No. I have to do it with her."

"Then bring her here."

I scanned the dance floor. "I don't know where she's at."

"Then no deal."

"Come on. Seriously?"

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