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She bumps me with her shoulder.

“I took your advice this afternoon,” I lean in and whisper.

She frowns.

“We made out for real today.”

She smiles broadly and hits me on the leg underneath the table. “Yes.”

I sip my drink and try to wipe the stupid smile from my face.

“How was it?”

I shrug. “Good.” I laugh and widen my eyes. “Like, really good.”

“So?” She leans in and whispers, “Did you… you know?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Maybe tonight?”

I shrug as I feel the butterflies rise in my stomach. “Who knows?”

She glances over at him as he talks to the other men and my eyes follow hers.

“Seriously, look at him,” She mutters with a shake of her head. “You know you have a huge advantage on any girl here.”

I frown. “How so?”

“I reckon you could bag him if you wanted to.”

“What? No?” I shake my head. “I’m not bagging anyone.”

“Think about it. He’s gorgeous. You’re gorgeous. He is out here all the time and I am pretty sure he doesn’t have anyone at home. Who knows what could happen?”

“It’s just two weeks.” I roll my eyes.

He falls into the seat opposite me and I sit back guiltily, hoping that he can’t tell we were just talking about him. Our eyes meet across the table and I smile, my heart rate immediately picking up. Can he tell how nervous he makes me?

He tips his head back to drink his beer and his sexy eyes don’t leave mine. I can tell he’s thinking about our time together on the lounge today. He was hard and above me and I was wet and open. I have thought of nothing else since.

He felt so damn good.

“How was work?” I ask as everyone disappears around us.

“It was okay,” he replies, amusement crossing his face at my attempt to small talk with him.

I sip my drink and he rubs the side of his shoe against mine in a silent acknowledgement. “How was your afternoon?” he asks.

“I had other plans, but it turned out okay.” I breathe.

He smirks as he lifts his beer to his lips. “That makes two of us.”

Our meals arrive and we eat in relative silence. Everyone around us is talking and laughing loudly, but he is quiet and pensive. I wonder if he is thinking about his trouble at work this afternoon. I glance over at Stucco who is now talking to three other seedy looking men in the corner. Obvious bruising is appearing on his face and his remark about the mutiny growing has got me thinking. If a group of men went crazy out here, some really bad shit could go down. One of the girls has turned some music and the disco lights on, and a few people are starting to dance. Angela and the boys have gone to play pool and the table seems to have separated.

“Do you want to dance?” I ask nervously.

“I don’t dance.”