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“Oh, never mind. I’m still working on that one.”

“These are so bad, Mitchell.” I throw my head back in a fit of laughter at his offended countenance. He has to know how terrible these are. “I hope your pick-up lines are better than this.”

“Want to know what I saw today?”

“I’m afraid to ask?”

“Everything I looked at.”

“Okay, stop. I think I must’ve had too much water earlier. I almost peed on myself with that one. I’m hitting the little girl’s room.”

“See. It was funny,” Mitchell teases as I walk away.

Entering the restroom, I quickly choose a stall to take care of business. As I wash my hands, I stop, taking a determined look in the mirror. I’m a pretty girl. I’m funny. Why should I resort to trickery to get a date? Turning off the water, I stand taller.If he’s not interested, screw him.

Pulling open the bathroom door, I head toward the dance floor to call off this charade when my arm is yanked back, causing me to collide with a firm, unyielding body. A tall, well-built, smells like sex and fire, hard body. I slowly lift my head to meet Trevor’s piercing blue eyes and lift one brow in question.On second thought…

“What’re you doing, Addison?”

“Going to the bathroom. What are you doing?”

“Cut the crap, cupcake. You come on to me every time we’re here. And now you’re letting that guy touch you?” He glares at me like I’ve taken a firehouse prank too far. “I get it. I’m just a game to you. You set your sights on the new recruit, and when he doesn’t immediately fall for your charms, you cast your line to anyone who’ll bite?”

What the hell?“Are you for real? I don’t need to cast my line. News flash, they swim up to shore!” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest in indignation. This little scheme has taken an about-face from the direction it was headed moments ago. “I don’t need to beg men to spend time with me. Especially one who’s currently acting like an asshole. What exactly are you mad about, Trevor? Because from where I sit, you made it clear you weren’t interested. So what’s it to you if someone else is?”

“Maybe I can’t stand seeing one more man with his hands all over you,” he spits. “Are you on a date, or did you just meet this punk?”

Punk?“What is wrong with you? It’s none of your business where I met him. And he’s nice. He makes me feel wanted and appreciated.”

“Oh, he wants you, all right.”

“What’s the problem with that? Or are you just upset because he’s hot?” I return his stare as if we’re in a country-western standoff with guns blazing. “I’m so over this. Excuse me,” I utter, pushing past him. I’m hoping to mask my disappointment at how this pathetic plan turned out and make my excuses to Mitchell and Jason before going home.

However, I’m again stopped short as I feel his strong hand clamp down around my arm.

“Come here,” he growls, pushing me against the wall as he slams his mouth over mine. My heart rate is in overdrive as his wet tongue pushes through my lips, searching for a connection. I’m spinning at this abrupt change in direction. Anchoring myself to him, I dig my fingers into his dark hair and hold on as he presses his pelvis into me. Trevor’s hands grip my ass firmly, holding me steady against his body as he rocks into me. I know we’re in a public place, but it’s either this or begging him to take me back into the ladies’ room, and I’m not willing to waste that much time.

Trevor pulls back slightly, his penetrating blue eyes fuel my aroused state.

“I didn’t think you wanted me,” I whisper, still trying to wrap my head around this. His position shifts slightly as he grabs my hand and moves it to his enormously hard dick. Gulping to suppress my shock, I try to calm myself down.

“Does that answer your question?” He presses himself into my hand, and I grip his erection reflexively, eliciting a slight groan above me. “One night, cupcake. That’s it. If this is what you want, I’ll give you one night.”

Wait. Did I hear him right?Quickly removing my hand from his groin and pushing it firmly against his chest, I glare back at him. “What do you mean, I’ll give you one night? Do I look like a whore to you? Do you think I’m so desperate for you that I’d be willing to take whatever you’ll give me?” I now use the palms of both hands to push him away from me in complete disgust. “Did you miss the part where I said I wanted someone who’d make me feel special? You’re a jackass, Trevor Laurence.”

“Addy,” he says, grabbing my wrists and holding me in place. “I’m sorry. This isn’t about you. I’ve been fighting my attraction to you since we met. Seeing you with that guy…” He pauses, shaking his head. “I’m just not the guy you need if you’re looking for a relationship. One night is all I’m capable of.”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it. We’ve all been hurt before. But it doesn’t give you a free pass to be a dick. I deserve a man who’s as brave with a woman as he is with a five-alarm fire. So put up or shut up, Laurence. Because I’m going home.”

CHAPTER17

Addy

“Addison,I’m glad you could make it,” my mother greets, her affect as flat as ever. “Your brother will be glad to see you.” Really? I doubt he’d notice I wasn’t here unless someone asked where I was, and he had to come up with an answer on the fly.

“Hi, Mom.”

“You look beautiful, dear. That color suits you.”

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