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number one, bitches.” Darby races in front of us and swings open the door to bar number one, paying the cover charges for our gang.
    The inside of the club is cloaked in thumping music, the scent of sweat, and the abundance of liquor. Darby races to our reserved table and waves for the first round of shots. It goes down as easy as the first sip of Fireball and then I’m on the dance floor.
    My cowboy boots may stick out in the crowd, but they make love to the dance floor to any type of music. I roam from side to side of the large wooden floor, trying not to get entangled by any men. My horny bunch of friends have attracted most of them.
    Janet Jackson’s hypnotic voice booms through the speakers, encouraging my hips to sway with the beat of the song and the only thing I can focus on are those damn blue eyes that seem to keep haunting me. Zane. The man proved to be a raging dick today and then turned around and was the hero of the day.
    My eyes lazily drift shut as my hips sway to the beat and Zane’s arms wrap around my middle. My breasts collide into his hard chest and his breath tickles the tender skin behind my ear. His large palm roams up the middle of my back until it reaches the back of my neck and he grips tight. Each of his fingers dig into my skin until I squirm under his touch and moan out loud. Then it’s my hair he takes in his hand and winds between his fingers, pulling it until it feels like perfection and I don’t know if I want to moan or rip his clothes from his god-like body.
    “Ava.”
    His voice pulls me from his hypnotic trance.
    “Ava.”
    This time I know it’s not his voice. My eyes spring open in shock and I come face to face with the group of girls. And I realize it’s not Janet’s voice singing anymore and a hip-hop voice booming over the speakers and a whole new crowd on the dance floor.
    “Ready to go?” Chloe asks.
    I can only manage to nod my head and follow the clan out the door and into the crisp night air. My purse lays wide open in the front seat of the taxi. I snag the bottle of water from it and begin to chug. The girls in the back toast to the night, their crotches, and everything else between.
    Mindlessly, I run my hand over my kneecap and wonder what in the hell just happened to me. Then I run my sweaty palm over my forehead. Yep, it’s my knee that I busted open earlier today and not my head. Then why in the hell did I just nearly get off on the dance floor with Zane? I’ve seen the guy twice. Once with his dick out and the other with him being the dick.
    Bar after bar we hop around to and I take it easy on the alcohol and become the designated purse and drink watcher. The music entertains me as do the drunken bodies on the dance floor. It only feels like minutes pass, but when I check my phone it’s nearly midnight.
    “Okay, bitches, one more stop before closing time.” Darby winks at me and I know what’s coming up next.
    I’m thankful I’ve been chugging the h2o and not the devil’s juice. Jesus, at the rate I was going, I’d be up on the stage dancing with the fucking male strippers, trying to hump one of their legs.
    The taxi ride is only a short few blocks away and I indulge in the shots with the girls to try to wipe away the sleep threatening to attack my eyes. When Darby declares bottoms up, bitches, I have no choice but to join in. It’s a college rule, whoever doesn’t finish has to pick up the tab next time. My parents aren’t as generous with their money since my dad’s accounts are constantly monitored and inspected at every level. His end goal is the White House.
    “What is this place?” Chloe slurs out.
    “The last stop,” the girls announce.
    Chloe may be past her legal limit, but I watch the light bulbs slowly turn on and her face go pale as the girls shove her past me. I let the door shut behind me and pay the cover charge with the money Darby slipped me. As soon as I step foot in the place, I really wish I’d kept drinking and having